The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink burned. It always did when I lied, a searing heat that climbed the wrist and settled in the bone. I pulled my hand back, the parchment now marked with a smudge of black that refused to dry. Outside the high, barred windows of the Imperial Archive, the winter solstice was approaching, and the cold was beginning to bite through the stone. My father was in the cell below, coughing up...

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