The Faded Alibi
The ink in Elias Thorne’s ledger was still wet when the summons arrived, a small, heavy card bearing the seal of the Imperial Archive. For twenty years, Elias had treated the Siege of Vael as a closed file, a bureaucratic error he had learned to live with, much like a limp in a left knee that ached only when the barometric pressure dropped. He was forty, an archivist of modest renown, and he...
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