The Faded Alibi
The brass badge on the desk weighed exactly one hundred and twelve grams, a figure I had verified three times that morning with the precision scale I kept in the drawer for measuring narcotics, a habit born of a time when the job required me to know the exact cost of a mistake. It was a dull, pitted thing, the gold leaf worn away in the crevices where my thumb had rubbed for thirty years, and...
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