The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower district into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gaslights in fractured, trembling pools. Elias Thorne stood in the center of his workshop, a space that smelled of wet wool, ozone, and the metallic tang of old blood. It was a place of quiet industry, a place where the rhythm of hammers on anvil was the only...

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