The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink on the ledger is still wet. It smells of iron and rain. You hold the pen in your right hand, the same hand that broke your father’s collarbone when he tried to stop you from leaving. The pain is a dull, familiar throb. It is not there now. It is only a memory of pressure. You are in the office. The air is cold and tastes of copper. You are a ghost. Or perhaps you are a man who has...

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