The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink was bleeding. It was a slow, viscous seep, dark as old blood, spreading from the edges of the parchment into the fibers of the paper like a bruise forming under skin. Elias Thorne pressed his thumb against the wetness, feeling the cold dampness seep into the whorls of his print, and watched the letters of the founding charter dissolve into a black smear. He was forty years old, his...

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