The Faded Alibi
Walter Waggoner’s left hand was a ruin of scar tissue and dried blood, the knuckles swollen to the size of walnuts, but it was the right hand that trembled as he reached for the lamp. He had come to the keep of Lord Blackwood not for a trial, but for a wax seal, a small, circular piece of stamped red fat that had once held the weight of a king’s command and now served only as the alibi for a...
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