The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink had not yet dried on the letter of rejection when I began to cough, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to originate not in my lungs but in the very plaster of the walls. It was the winter of 1924, and the cold had a way of seeping into the bones of the house at Harrowgate, a place that had once stood for the dignity of the law and now stood only for the slow decay of a man who had...

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