The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The seal on my door was broken not by a hammer, but by the cold, wet air that seeped through the cracks of the oak, carrying with it the scent of rot and the distinct, metallic tang of the vial I kept hidden beneath my mattress. I am Thomas Bradshaw, a constable of the village of Ashworth, and in the autumn of 1348, I held in my palm the only thing that could save my sister, Elara, from the...

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