The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ledger lay open on the workbench, the ink still wet on the final entry, recording the sale of three ounces of dried foxglove to a widow in the mill district for four shillings, a transaction that seemed, in the grey light of that November morning, to be the last true act of your life as a man of consequence. You, Elias Thorne, forty years old and bent by a decade of stooping over glass...

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