The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ledger was a heavy thing, bound in cracked leather, and you counted the entries with a finger that had begun to swell, the skin pulling tight over the knuckles. You were in the counting house, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and the sweet, cloying rot that had settled into the cobblestones of Lyon, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad taste. Thirty-two years...

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