The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink on the nib was dry, but the blotter was still damp. Arthur Vane pressed his thumb against the page, flattening the crease where his hand had rested for three hours. He was forty years old, and his knuckles ached with the specific, dull throb of a man who had spent the last decade in the same chair. The study smelled of old paper and dust, but beneath that, something else. Wet earth. It...

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