The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink was blacker than the shadow of the oak tree outside the window. I stared at the pool in my well, my fingers trembling so violently that the quill snapped against the parchment. I wanted the Abbot to see me. I wanted him to say my name with the same weight he gave to Brother Anselm’s. But the liquid resisted. It did not flow like water; it hung, thick and oily, defying the gravity that...

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