The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The notice lay on the table, its ink still wet, smelling of iron and damp. It was a simple thing, a slip of parchment from the magistrate’s office, but it carried the weight of a stone in Elias’s chest. Three weeks. That was all he had to pay the arrears on the cottage, or the doors would be taken from his hands. He looked at the paper, then at the wall where the calendar hung, its pages...

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