It was the case that haunted him all his life. He'd had the suspect, the motive, the murder weapon. But he'd never been able to close the case.
The suspect had been seen somewhere else. The weapon came back clean. The details crumbled like sand under scrutiny. He was certain, but eternally unable to prove it.
The suspect visited him on his deathbed. "I want you to know you were right," he whispered.
"Just tell me how you did it."
"Oh, I'm a wizard," the murderer said. "I used magic."
"That's not narratively satisfying." The detective said.
The wizard shrugged.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.