The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain smells of wet stone and old iron. You are alone in the precinct. It is late. The clock on the wall ticks with a heavy, wooden thud that seems to hammer into your skull. You are a constable. You are also a ghost. The badge on your desk is cold. It bites your palm. You look at your hands. They are steady. They are not the hands of the boy who ran through the fields with his sister. They...

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