The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain hammered the slate roof of the Magistrate’s House, a relentless drumming that masked the sound of breaking bones. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his back to the door, his hands slick with the dark fluid that was no longer just blood. It was the color of old wine, thick and smelling of iron and wet stone. He held the ledger in one hand, the heavy binding worn smooth by...

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