The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the sky, a thick, grey vapor that clung to the soot-blackened brickwork of the Ashworth Industrial Court, turning the cobblestones into slick, treacherous mirrors that reflected the gas lamps in trembling, broken halos. Margaret stood at the head of the long, mahogany table in the Great Hall, her fingers white-knuckled against the polished...
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