The Faded Alibi
The letter lay on the table, its seal broken, the ink faded to a rust color that matched the dust settling on the windowsill. It was a simple thing, three lines of type, informing me that the estate of Lord Vane was being liquidated and that any outstanding claims of honor or debt were to be settled before the autumn equinox. I had not written it, nor had I intended to answer it, yet my hand...
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