The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ledger showed forty-three hours of lost time in the first week, a discrepancy that smelled of rust and poor management. Elias Vane stood in the doorway of the Harrowgate Textile Mill, his boots caked in the grey sludge of the industrial district, counting the steps to the foreman’s office with the grim precision of a man tallying his own debts. He was forty years old, a displaced worker...

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