The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the leaded glass of the attic window, a relentless, dull percussion that matched the throb in Elias Thorne’s temple. He sat in the high-backed chair, his hands folded over the leather-bound case. Inside lay the coat. It was a heavy thing, wool of a deep, bruised purple, lined with silk that had yellowed with age. The buttons were horn,...

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