The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

You stand at the edge of the precipice, where the iron gates of the Old Guardhouse rust into the fog, and you are leaving. Not fleeing, for flight implies a lack of courage, and you have never lacked for that, not in the years you spent holding the line while the world tilted on its axis. You are leaving because you have been dismissed. The letter is still warm in your pocket, the ink barely...

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