The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The morning light fell across the linoleum of the Municipal Records Annex in sharp, dusty bars, illuminating the dust motes that drifted like slow snow in the still air. Arthur Vane sat at his desk, counting the staples in the box. One, two, three, forty, forty-one. He needed forty-two staples to bind the appeal packet for his father’s pension claim, a task that required a precision he did not...

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