The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

In the dream, the bell did not ring. It hummed, a low, resonant vibration that seemed to originate from the marrow of the stone walls of the Citadel of St. Jude. Brother Thomas Ashworth stood at the edge of the scriptorium, his fingers stained not with ink, but with the thick, cloying residue of the blackberry jam he had been forbidden to eat. The jam was everywhere. It seeped from the cracks...

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