The Faded Alibi
The dampness in the study of Ashworth Hall did not merely settle; it invaded, a cold, creeping tide that warped the oak floorboards and turned the air into a thick, medicinal fog. Elias Thorne sat before his desk, his fingers stained with ink, staring at the final chapter of his manuscript, *The Border’s Edge: A Historical Correction*. He was forty years old, a man whose life had been reduced...
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