The Faded Alibi
The water had already claimed the edges of the page before I could stop it, a dark, creeping tide that ate the ink from the inside out, leaving only the ghost of a signature where my father’s name should have been. I held the ledger up to the gray light of the archive vault, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the paper itself, which felt heavier than it had...
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