The Faded Alibi
The leather binding of the ledger was warm in your hands, a small, rectangular weight that felt heavier than its four pounds of paper and glue should have. You sat on the edge of your narrow bed in the precinct’s dormitory, the stone walls rising around you like the cliffs of a sea cave, and you could still taste the iron tang of the dream. In the nightmare, the mortar between the blocks had...
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