The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The letter lay on the rough-hewn table, its ink still wet, smelling of iron gall and damp wool. Elias Thorne picked it up, his fingers trembling not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards, but from the tremor in his own hands. It was a formal notice from the Council of Elders, written in a hand so precise it looked carved. It stripped him of his commission as Captain of the Border...

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