The Faded Alibi
The bell had not rung for an hour, yet the silence in the chapel was so heavy it pressed against Eleanora’s eardrums like deep water. She stood in the shadow of the nave, her back to the stained glass, facing the altar where the candles flickered with a sickly, jaundiced light. Her hands were clasped before her, the knuckles white, the skin stretched tight over the bones. She was waiting for...
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