The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The frost bites through the straw in your bed, a sharp, white tooth that wakes you before the bells. You are Elias, thirty-two, a scribe in Oakhaven, and you are cold. The cellar where you sleep is cracking, the stone walls splitting under the weight of the winter that has settled over the town like a shroud. You need the Abbey’s position. You need the warmth, the stipend, the permanence....

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