The Faded Alibi
Elias Thorne held a copper coin in his palm, turning it over until the edges bit into his skin. The metal was warm, but the city of Vellum was not. It was a place of damp wool and wet stone, where the fog rolled off the harbor and settled in the lungs like a second breath. He stood at the gate of the Union Hall, the coin still in his hand, while his sister Mara watched from the shadow of the...
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