The Faded Alibi
"Look at the cracks, Elias. Do you see them? The way the plaster sighs?" Elias Vane wiped his soot-stained hands on his apron. He did not look up. He was deep in the throat of the building, a narrow service corridor behind the grand foyer of the Halloway Mansion. The air here was thick with the dust of centuries and the metallic tang of old iron. "I see a leak, Mr. Halloway," Elias said, his...
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