The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

"Sign it, Silas. Or don’t. I’m leaving in ten." The foreman’s voice was flat, stripped of anything that might be mistaken for warmth, and the overtime request lay on the scarred desk like a dead thing. Silas Vane, forty years old and wearing the stiffness of a man who had spent the night listening to the walls breathe, stared at the paper. The ink was still wet. It was 1912, and the air in the...

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