The Faded Alibi
The clink of crystal against crystal was the first sound I heard, sharper than the orchestra’s tune, sharper than the laughter of the men in their black coats. I stood by the sideboard, my hand resting on the heavy rim of my own glass, watching Chief Magistrate Aldous Vane raise his to the room. He was a large man, built like a bricklayer, and he smiled with a mouth that had been practiced in...
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