The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

Thorne. The name was spat from the throat of the night watchman, a dry, gravelly sound that cut through the damp air of the mill floor. You stood in the shadow of the loom, your hand resting on the cold iron bar, listening to the silence that followed the call. It was a heavy silence, the kind that settles after a storm breaks, thick with the smell of wet wool and old oil. You were Elias...

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