The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

My hand trembled as I ground the last of the moonstone into the mortar, the pestle slipping against the slick, cold surface of the stone. The dust rose in a pale cloud, settling on the leather binding of the town ledger where I had just inscribed the date: the fourteenth of November, in the year of our Lord 1342. I am Elias Thorne, apothecary of this parish, and I am recording this final entry...

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