The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The quill in Elias Thorne’s hand scraped against the parchment, the sound sharp and dry as a bone being snapped, and he did not look up from the ink-stained page before him. The High Council chamber was a cube of grey stone, cold enough to make the breath of the twelve seated judges visible in the air, and the scent of damp moss and old wax hung heavy, pressing against the chest like a physical...

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