The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The bell tolled at vespers, a heavy bronze sound that rolled across the stone floor of the Priory of St. Jude. It was a cold afternoon in late autumn, the kind of grey that seemed to seep into the marrow. Thomas stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back. He was a boy of twelve, small for his age, with hair the color of wet straw and eyes that held a stillness older than his years....

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