The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The pen tip skids across the ledger page, leaving a dry, rust-colored scratch that does not look like ink, and you feel the familiar burn in your chest as you cough into the handkerchief, the wet sound echoing in the small, drafty office of the Bureau of Records. It is November, 1893, and the wind off the river is a physical weight against the glass, pushing at the shutters with a persistence...

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