The Faded Alibi
The rain has been falling on the Imperial Archive for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turns the cobblestones into slick mirrors and the air into a damp, heavy wool that chokes the lungs. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and you have spent the last four hours in the restricted wing, bribing Julian to open the door to the Vault, a transaction that should have been simple but...
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