The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The moth is dead on the table. It has been there for three days. Its wings are gray and brittle, shaped like the corners of a map you used to know. You sit across from it. The room is small. The air is thick with dust and the smell of old paper. This is your shop. Or it was. Now it is a tomb. You are a maker of alibis. That is what the men say. They come to you at night. They bring their...

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