The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The candle flame sputtered in the draft, casting long, trembling shadows against the rough-hewn stone of the chapel. It was a small room, no larger than a pantry, tucked into the lower gallery of the great cathedral, where the air smelled of damp wool, old wax, and the metallic tang of fear. Thomas Bradshaw sat on a wooden bench, his knees drawn up to his chest, his hands clasped so tightly...

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