The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The brass casing of the compass was warm in Eadric’s palm, a small heat against the damp chill of the rowboat. He held it tightly, his knuckles white, watching the needle shiver. It did not point north. It pointed at him. Eadric was forty years old, a knight who had bled for the Crown in the border wars, and he was terrified. The fog off the Isle of Whispers was not a natural thing. It moved...

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