The Faded Alibi
The year was 1348, and the air in the apothecary shop tasted of dried lavender and impending death. Elara stood before her father, Thomas, who lay upon his straw pallet with the hollow cheeks of a man already half-buried. The Black Death had taken the town’s strength, leaving only the weak and the stubborn, and Thomas was the latter. Elara’s hands trembled not from fear, but from the weight of...
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