The Faded Alibi
The ledger was heavy, its spine cracked from years of use, and Elias Thorne counted the entries with the same grim precision he had applied to arrest warrants for twenty-two years. He was looking for a signature, a specific, looping scrawl that belonged to his brother Julian, dead for six months, and the absence of that signature was a physical weight in the damp air of the County Constabulary...
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