The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The iron bit tasted of rust and old blood. I adjusted the girth. The leather was stiff. It cut into the flank of the mare. She shivered. I did not care. We were leaving the village of Ashwood. The fog lay thick on the valley floor. It swallowed the roofs. It swallowed the church steeple. It swallowed the past. I was the keeper of the seal. I was the prisoner of the law. My name is Thomas...

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