The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

We left the city gates at dawn, when the mist was still clinging to the cobblestones like a shroud that had forgotten how to lift, and I carried the weight of the ledger in my left hand while the weight of my own guilt pressed against the inside of my ribs with a force that made it difficult to draw a full breath. The air smelled of wet stone and woodsmoke, and the sound of the marching boots...

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