The Faded Alibi
The rain lashed against the high windows of the Great Hall, a relentless drumming that seemed to mock the silence of the court. Sir Aldric stood in the center of the stone floor, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the deep, aching ache of fifty years of service and the slow, grinding decay of his own body. He was there to save his life, or rather, to prove that he had not strangled the...
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