The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The trowel scrapes against the lintel, a sound like a nail dragging across a chalkboard. You are forty years old, and your hands are stiff with the cold that seeps through the wool of your gloves. This is the last patrol of the old stone wall before the Ministry decommissions it. You want the pension. You want the clean file. You want to leave this border post without a stain on your record,...

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