The Faded Alibi
The bees were dying. Silas saw them drop from the air like dead leaves. They hit the cobblestones of the courtyard and did not rise. The summer heat was a heavy hand on his chest. He wiped sweat from his brow. His hands shook. They were always shaking now. The trembling had started three days ago. Since the notice came. He looked up at the hive. It was an oak box. Old wood. Dark with age and...
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