The Faded Alibi
Chapter One "You are asking me to believe that a woman, alone in a cellar, produced the finest indigo in the province," Magistrate Vaz said, his voice dry as the dust in the beams above us. "And that you, a widow, know the chemical composition of a vat better than the Guild?" I stood before the Magistrate in the third year of the reign, my hands folded tightly in my apron, the fabric worn thin...
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