The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The mortar would not set. I pressed my thumb into the grey paste, feeling the grit, the cold, the absolute refusal of the stone to accept the bond. "It is cursed, Elias," Lord Vane whispered from the base of the scaffold, his voice thin and dry as parchment. "The foundation remembers." I wiped my hand on my apron, the motion mechanical, a habit born of twenty years in the trade. I did not look...

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