The Faded Alibi
The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, turning the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, reflective mirror that caught the dying light of the afternoon. Elias Thorne pulled his coat tighter, the wet wool clinging to his spine as he navigated the narrow alleyways toward the Guild Hall. In his pocket, the cracked pocket watch ticked with a rhythm that defied the seconds, a backward pulse against...
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