The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The leather-bound ledger lay open on Arthur Vane’s desk, its spine cracked like the knuckles of his left hand, which he held flat against the wood to keep it from trembling. The smell of the office was a thick, cloying mixture of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of old iron filings that seemed to seep up from the floorboards. It was November 1924, and the rain outside had turned...

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