The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The bell rang for vespers. It hung in the throat of the stone tower, cold and iron. I heard it before I saw it. The sound was a physical weight. It pressed against my ribs. I stood in the nave. The dust motes danced in the shafts of light. They were golden. They were alive. I was not. Margaret was here. She always was. She sat in the front pew. Her back was straight. She was a pillar of oak....

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