The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink was dry. The quill lay on the velvet. He watched the drop. It hung. It fell. A small dark star. Edgar sat in the high chair. The room was stone. Cold. Ancient. The walls breathed. Not air. Something else. He held the book. It was heavy. Leather. Bone. His hands trembled. The tremor was old. It lived in the joints. In the marrow. He was a scholar. Of things unseen. Of laws that bent. Of...

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