The Faded Alibi
Chapter One I was scrubbing the salt crust from the intake valve when the Council’s seal hit the water. It did not float. It sank, a heavy, wet disc of lead, dragging the forged accusation of heresy down into the mud with it. I knew the ink. It smelled of iron gall and old blood, a scent that clung to the back of my throat. I had mixed that specific batch for the Bishop three weeks prior. He...
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