The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The Bishop’s voice was dry, like the sound of old parchment tearing. "You do not fight the mist, Sir Elias. You feed it." Elias Thorne stood in the center of the chapel, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, his knuckles white. The air in the stone room smelled of damp mortar and stale incense, a scent that had clung to his wool tunic for three days. He looked at the Bishop, an aging man...

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