The Faded Alibi
You stand in the kitchen. The air is thick with the scent of rosemary and boiling fat. You are Aldous Vane. You are the town apothecary. You are also a man who has forgotten his own name for three days. The clock on the mantel ticks. It is a loud sound. It is the only sound that matters. Margaret enters. She wears a dress of dark wool. It is heavy. It is wet. She does not speak. She looks at...
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