The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The twitching started on a Tuesday, a fine, high-frequency vibration in the left hand that made the ink blotch on the compliance form look like a spreading bruise. You were thirty-four years old, Clara Vane, and you had spent twelve years inspecting the loom tension at the Whitmore Textile Mill, a tenure that guaranteed a modest pension if you could just sign this one final audit. The doctor in...

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