The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The iron taste of blood was not the first thing I noticed when the spear snapped against my shield, a sound like a bone breaking in the dark, but the sudden, violent realization that the air itself was composed of letters, swirling, golden and jagged, hanging in the stale, incense-choked atmosphere of the Hall of Whispers like a storm trapped in a jar. I am Sir Thomas Bradshaw, and for thirty...

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