The Faded Alibi
The ink in my veins has turned the color of dried blood, a viscosity that clogs the capillaries of my fingers until they ache with a dull, persistent throb. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years of service in the Oakhaven Constabulary, and I sit in the cold stone chamber of the Tribunal waiting for my name to be called, my body already betraying the oath I swore to keep. The pressure is not...
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