The Faded Alibi
The bell above the door did not ring when Marcus entered, for it had been silenced years ago, the clapper removed and stuffed with old wool to muffle the sound of the world coming in. Marcus stood in the center of the workshop, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the glass. It was a large pane, floor to ceiling, offering a view of the cobblestone street where the rain had just begun to...
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