The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain did not fall; it assaulted. It hammered against the slate roof of the workshop with a rhythmic, violent persistence that sounded like the ticking of a clock unwinding. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of linseed oil and old dust, a scent that had seeped into the pores of the wood and the skin of the man who sat at the center of it all. He was not an old man, not by the years,...

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