The Faded Alibi
The frost had not yet melted from the cobblestones of Oakhaven when Elias Thorne arrived, his breath pluming in the gray air like a ghost trying to escape the body. He was thirty-two years old, a scribe by trade and a beggar by necessity, carrying a leather satchel that contained only a tarnished silver chalice and a letter of debt that weighed more than the metal itself. His brother, Julian,...
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