The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The dream comes again, as it always does, smelling of damp loam and rotting leaves. You stand in the Black Forest, the trees towering like black pillars against a sky that is not a sky but a bruise, and they are whispering. It is not the wind. It is a chorus of dead voices, naming names you have buried, naming sins you have committed in the service of the Crown. You wake in your cell in the...

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