The Faded Alibi
The bell in the tower of the Guildhall did not ring to mark the time, but to mark the breath of the city, a deep, resonant exhalation that vibrated in the bones of everyone who lived within the shadow of its stone, a sound that had worn smooth the very concept of urgency until it was merely a habit, a rhythmic thrumming that I had come to associate with the specific weight of the ledger book...
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