The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The torchlight in the sealed stone hall of Blackwood Keep did not dance; it swam, thick and oily, casting a shadow that stretched from Elias Thorne’s boots to the far wall like a stain of spilled ink. He stood rigid, his hands bound at the wrists with rough hemp, his back aching from the iron collar that bit into his neck. Forty-two years old, and he felt the weight of every one of them...

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