The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The needle slipped through the wool, catching on a frayed thread that resisted the pull. I was three hours into the cataloging of the fallen, the basement air thick with the damp smell of wet stone and old paper, my fingers numb from the cold that seeped up through the concrete floor. The coat lay open before me, a charcoal grey thing of heavy tweed, its lining stained with a dark, rust-colored...

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