The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The room smelled of stale beer and wet wool. We were gathered in the back of the Silver Fox, the only pub left in Harrowgate that still played live fiddle music on Thursdays. The air was thick, humid with the breath of twenty men who had worked the mines or the mills until their lungs felt like rusted iron. I sat in the corner, my hands wrapped around a glass of stout I hadn’t touched. My left...

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