The Faded Alibi
The smoke of the burning tanner’s shed hung low over Oakhaven, a thick, yellow-grey curtain that tasted of sulfur and wet wool, blinding the eyes and choking the lungs of every soul caught in the square’s chaotic sprawl. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of the turmoil, his iron-grey coat stained with soot and the fresh, bright red of a split lip, his hand locked tight on the hilt of...
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