The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink on the ledger did not smell of iron, as one might expect of a substance so intimately bound to the preservation of memory and the cold arithmetic of history, but rather of dried lavender and the faint, sweet rot of overripe plums, a scent that clung to the fingers of Julian Vane with the tenacity of a lover who has forgotten how to let go. He sat in the study of the Ashworth estate, a...

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