The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

You count the drops of mercury. One. Two. Three. The glass vial is heavy in your hand, a weight that pulls at the tendons of your wrist. The air in the scriptorium is thick with the scent of damp stone and old parchment. You are Elias. You are forty years old. You are coughing blood into a linen cloth. The red stain spreads across the white fabric, a slow bloom. You wipe it away. You pick up...

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