The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The train to Vienna was late, as all things were that autumn, and I sat in the third-class carriage with my brother, Elias, watching the fog roll off the Danube like a shroud that refused to lift. We were going to the Court of Appeals in Vienna to settle the estate of our father, a man who had built his fortune on the sale of mirrors, those silvered glass panes that trapped light and reflected...

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