The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ledger is closed, Elias, and the ink is dry. You stand in the office of Mr. Vane, the air thick with the smell of stale tobacco and the damp wool of your coat. Vane does not look up from his papers; his pen scratches against the page, a dry, rhythmic sound that seems to vibrate in the floorboards beneath your feet. You are forty years old, a clerk who has counted other men’s coins for two...

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