The Faded Alibi
The debt was four pounds, twelve shillings, and sixpence. Thomas counted the coins in his palm, the copper heads worn smooth by his father’s thumb before the drinking took him, and the silver pieces cold against his skin. He had been walking for three hours. The road to the magistrate’s house was a strip of white chalk cutting through the brown heath, and the wind smelled of wet wool and rot....
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