The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The bell rang. Not a church bell. A shop bell. It hung from the rafters of the woodshop. Brass. Dented. Edmund stood by the workbench. His hands were stained with walnut dust. He held the box. It was small. Oak. Inlaid with mother-of-pearl. The pearl had turned to bone. He lifted the lid. Inside lay a ring. Gold. A single stone, black as a bruise. Edmund knew the weight of it. He knew the...

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