The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The leather of the ledger was cold and slick under my thumb. I opened it to page forty-two, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and damp. Outside, the wind tore at the shutters of the guardhouse, a sound like tearing canvas. I am Elias Thorne. I have served the Crown for twenty years. For three years, I have been looking for my son, Thomas. He is nineteen now. He vanished in 1339, taken by the...

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