The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The nightingale in my left hand was fading, its small, rapid heartbeat struggling against the cold leather of my glove, while the fog rolled in from the Ancoats district not as weather but as a living, breathing entity that turned the iron railings of the factory gates to red dust in the span of a single breath. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and I have spent the last two...

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