The Faded Alibi
The storm broke the sky before the first light of dawn. You stand in the center of the stone keep, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and old blood. The walls weep. Water seeps through the mortar, tracing dark veins down the granite, mirroring the rivers of sweat that have dried on your brow. You are a man of law, or so you tell yourself. A keeper of the seal. A guardian of the order. But...
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