The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old stone. It was a smell that clung to the throat, thick and cloying, masking the underlying scent of damp rot that had been seeping through the floorboards for decades. Julian Vane sat at the high table, his hands folded on the velvet cloth. He did not eat. He watched the candlelight flicker against the tapestries, watching the shadows dance and...

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