The Faded Alibi
The mud on the road was thick and black. It sucked at the boots of the prisoner, Thomas Ashworth. He walked with a heavy head. The chains bit into his ankles. He did not look up. The sky was grey. The wind was cold. It cut through his tunic. He felt the cold in his bones. They were going to the Abbey. The Abbey stood on the hill. It was a place of stone and shadow. The walls were high. The...
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