The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and iron, a scent that clung to the tongue like the taste of old copper. Arthur Penhaligon stood at the edge of the cliff path, his coat soaked through to the skin, watching the mist swallow the world below. He was a man of middling years, a clerk in the accounting department of the...

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