The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The summons came not as a decree but as a whisper from the shadows, a voice that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves, calling out, Marjorie Whitlock, come to the light. I stood in the antechamber, my boots sinking slightly into the damp stone, and waited for the Duke to look at me, but he did not. He sat upon his throne, a chair of black oak carved with wolves that seemed to gnaw at...

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