The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The quill scratches. You are twelve, Elias, and your hands are not steady. The ink is black, thick, and cold. It smells of bone ash and crushed lapis. You are copying the final page of the *Book of Hours*. You do it in the dark, in the scriptorium, while the Abbey of St. Jude sleeps. You need the words. You need them to save Elara. She is seven. The fever is taking her. The Abbot says the text...

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