The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, grey silt that coated the high windows of the Inquisition Hall until the light from the afternoon became a diffuse, mournful glow, erasing the distinction between the interior stone and the exterior sky. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the head of the long oak table, his posture rigid, his hands folded beneath the surface where they were hidden from...

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