The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ledger was open on the table. It smelled of iron and old sweat. I was Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I was a textile inspector for the Harrow Mill. My job was simple. I had to certify that the new loom’s output was safe for the workers. The machine was a beast of brass and steel, humming with a low, constant vibration that I could feel in my teeth. The air in the factory floor was...

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