The Faded Alibi
Chapter One Who pays for the rot in the walls? Ali Jafari asked the question aloud, though the only answer was the gasp of the settling house, a sound like a lung clearing in the dark. He was forty-two, a carpenter whose hands were mapped with scars from the loess cliffs where he had carved dwellings for men who no longer lived. His brother’s gambling debts were a cold draft that moved through...
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