The Faded Alibi
The black sap oozed from the cracks in the plaster as Elara Vance stepped off the train. It was a viscous, tar-like substance that smelled of iron and old rain. She carried a single leather satchel and a legal brief containing the audit mandate for the estate of Dr. Aris Thorne. The Blackwood Sanatorium stood at the end of a gravel path, a sprawling Victorian structure that seemed to lean into...
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