The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The oil stain on my thumb was fresh, black against the pale skin, as I screwed the final screw into the movement of the mantel clock. It was a small thing, a French piece from before the war, but the work required a stillness that my hands no longer possessed. I wiped the grease onto a rag that was already stiff with old grime. The shop smelled of brass filings and the damp wool of a coat I had...

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