The Faded Alibi
The rain fell upon the castle walls with the persistence of a debt that could not be repaid. I sat in the corner of the great hall, where the stone floor was cold enough to seep through the soles of my boots, and watched the candlelight flicker against the tapestries. The air smelled of wet wool, woodsmoke, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to cling to the architecture itself. I...
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