The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The bell tolled. It was the hour of the third meal. Cato stood in the center of the Great Hall. He was a man of few words. His hands were empty. They were clean. This was the problem. Clean hands meant no work. Clean hands meant no sin. And a monk with no sin was a ghost waiting to happen. The bread was on the table. It was round. It was white. It smelled of yeast and warmth. It looked like a...

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