The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink dries black. It is a permanent mark. You hold the quill steady. Your hand does not shake. You are a scribe. You are a keeper of records. The room is small. The stone walls are cold. A single candle burns. The flame is low. It flickers in the draft. The air smells of tallow and old paper. You are not afraid. Fear is for those who do not know their duty. You know your duty. It is to...

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