The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink was still wet on the ledger page when I noticed the smell of lavender, a scent that belonged to a woman who had been dead for six years. I held the book open with both hands, my fingers trembling not from cold but from the sudden, violent weight of the paper, and I looked up at the empty archive room where the dust motes danced in the single beam of afternoon light. My name is Elias...

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