The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The kettle screamed, a high, thin shriek that cut through the low hum of the factory floor. I did not turn around. I kept my eyes on the row of identical brass vials lined up on the stainless steel bench, my fingers steady, precise, adjusting the final drop of tincture into each glass. The air in the canteen was thick with the smell of boiled cabbage and industrial cleaner, a scent that had...

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