The Faded Alibi
The bell tolled for vespers. It shook the dust in the rafters. Master Silas stood at the lectern. His hands trembled. Not from age. From fear. He gripped the wooden rail. The wood was cold. It bit into his skin. He looked at the congregation. They sat in silence. Their faces were pale. The candlelight flickered. Shadows danced on the stone floor. Silas opened his mouth. No sound came out. He...
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