The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ledger was wet. Not damp, not humid, but actively weeping a dark, viscous ink that smelled of copper and old rain. Elias Thorne held the 1994 Municipal Water Authority expenditure report under the fluorescent buzz of the basement archive, his knuckles white against the leather binding. The ink on page forty-two was moving. It crept across the paper like a slow, black stain, erasing the...

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