The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink on my fingers has not washed off in three days. It is a black stain, deep in the creases, a mark of labor that I cannot scrub away. I am Elias Thorne, forty-five years old, and I am leaving Blackwood Estate tonight. The rain is heavy, a cold sheet against the windowpane of the study where I have spent the last six months. I am a historian, a scholar of the minor gentry, and I have spent...

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