The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

Thomas. The name hung in the air of the scriptorium, sharp and cold, cutting through the smell of wet ink and dried parchment. I looked up from the ledger, my quill still dripping, and saw the Abbot standing in the doorway, his face obscured by the heavy wool of his hood. He did not step inside. He simply stood there, a silhouette against the grey light of the corridor, and I knew that the...

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