The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime darker, turning the soot from the textile mills into a bruised purple that clung to the cobblestones and the damp wool of our coats. I sat at the head of the table in my study, the room heavy with the scent of beeswax and the impending decay of autumn, watching the water streak down the leaded glass. My wife, Elara, sat...

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