The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The dream began with the smell of wet wool and iron. Aldric woke before the sun had fully breached the grey horizon. He lay still in the straw. The air in the cell was thick. It tasted of damp stone and old sweat. He did not move. He simply listened to the rain strike the single high window. The drops were a steady drum. They marked the time. They marked the loss. He sat up. His joints clicked....

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