The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

Elias sat in the dark kitchen. The hour was late. The house was old. It stood on a hill. The wind moved through the trees. It sounded like bones. Elias was a clerk. He kept the records for the village. He knew who was born. He knew who died. He knew who married. He knew who was sick. He did not judge. He only wrote. His father was dead. The body was gone. Only the smell remained. It clung to...

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