The Faded Alibi
The stone was heavier than it had been at dawn, though Thomas had not spoken a word since entering the hall. "It is light," the High Judge said. His voice was dry, like the rustle of parchment in a drafty room. "You lie to me, Thomas of the Scribe’s Guild. Or you lie to yourself. The stone knows the difference." Thomas looked down at the object in his hands. It was a chunk of basalt, cold to...
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