The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The feast was a riot of gold and grease. Candles dripped like frozen tears onto the linen. The air smelled of roasted boar and sweat. I sat at the foot of the table. My hands were shaking. I held the cup. It was heavy. My friend, Thomas, sat across from me. He laughed. It was a loud, barking sound. He looked at the Lord. The Lord smiled. The smile was thin. It did not reach his eyes. "Thomas,"...

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