The Faded Alibi
The coal chute groaned like a dying beast in the belly of the house, a sound that had become the rhythmic heartbeat of Margaret Holloway’s existence, a deep, tectonic rumble that vibrated through the floorboards and into the marrow of her bones, serving as a constant, brutal reminder of the industry that had swallowed her husband, Arthur, whole, leaving behind only a widow and a ledger of debts...
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