The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended veil of grey mist that clung to the shoulders of the city. Inside the room, which smelled of damp wool and ancient paper, Elias sat with his back straight. He was a man carved from silence, his hands resting on the table like two pale stones. Across from him sat the Clerk, a figure of indeterminate age, wearing a coat the color of dried...

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