The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The chain rubbed against Edward Ashworth’s left ankle. It was a constant, metallic whisper. He walked the corridor. The stone was cold. The air smelled of damp wool and old wax. "Keep your head down, Edward," said Thomas Bradshaw. Thomas walked behind him. His stride was shorter. His boots squeaked on the flagstones. Edward did not look back. He knew the weight of the gaze. It was a heavy...

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