The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink in my fingers had long since dried into a permanent, dark web of lines, a topography of labor that no amount of lye and pumice could scrub away, yet I found myself tracing the edges of a ledger entry as if I were reading the palm of a lover. It was the autumn of 1342, and the air in the Bishop’s scriptorium was thick with the smell of tallow and damp stone, a scent that had seeped into...

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