The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ledger had twelve columns. Arthur Vane counted them with a calloused thumb, the ink still wet and smelling of iron. He was forty years old, and his lungs had begun to rattle like loose change in a tin cup. He held the porcelain locket in his left hand. It was cracked down the center, a hairline fracture that hummed with a low, static frequency. Only he could hear it. The vibration...

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