The Faded Alibi
The ledger was heavy, its spine cracked and smelling of mildew, and Elias Thorne held it in the center of the town square as if it were a live coal. The midday sun beat down on the cobblestones, turning the air into a shimmering, oppressive wall that made it hard to breathe, but Elias did not look up at the sky. He looked at Mayor Halloway, who stood on the steps of the municipal building, his...
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