The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a smell, a scent of sulfur and old paper that seeped through the floorboards of the municipal archive and climbed the throat like bile. You were seven years old, sitting on the cold stone steps of the Hall of Records, your knees drawn up to your chest, your fingers stained with the iron-gall ink that had soaked into the skin of your palms over the...

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