The Faded Alibi
The bell tolled for the third time before Elias Thorne heard the shouting. It was a low, rhythmic pounding, the sound of a town waking to its own terror. In the year of our Lord 1348, the plague had turned Oakhaven into a city of ghosts, and Elias, the inquisitor, stood in the mud of the main square, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the accusation. They said he was...
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