The Faded Alibi
The wind in the valley did not howl. It whispered. It moved through the high grass like a secret being passed from mouth to ear, a sound so fine it felt like a tear in the air. Maren stood at the edge of the clearing, her boots sinking into the damp earth. She looked back at the stone tower where she had worked for three years. It was a place of cold light and sharper logic. A place for those...
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