The Faded Alibi
Chapter One Who was I, before the ink dried? I asked the clerk, but he did not look up from his ledger, a man named Faruk whose pity was heavier than the stone walls of Kestel. I am Ali Koc, and I had come to prove my husband’s innocence in a fraud that had killed him, a widower of thirty-four seeking a pension that the town’s rigid hierarchy viewed as a weakness in my grief. The air in the...
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