The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The autumn fog clung to the cobblestones of Oakhaven like a wet wool shawl, obscuring the jagged silhouettes of the spires and the distant, indifferent grey of the sea, and I walked with my head bowed, the brass key in my pocket feeling less like an object of authority and more like a stone I had carried for twenty years until it had worn a hole in my soul. I was forty-two, an archivist of...

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