The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The smell of old paper and floor wax hit me before I saw the mess. My desk was a ruin of shredded index cards and broken pens. The leather-bound ledger, the one that held ten years of my calculations, was gone. I stood there, my tie loose, my hands trembling, while the silence of the open-plan office pressed in on me. No one looked at me. The typing stopped. The phones went quiet. It was a...

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