The Faded Alibi
Chapter One Could a woman actually be haunted by the shape of her own cowardice? Mhairi Sempill sat in the sealed basement of the Highland Registry, the air heavy with damp wool and old ink, her hands trembling around a 1954 land deed that was the only thing standing between her mother’s estate and the auctioneer’s hammer. What stood against him was not a man in a coat, but a faint, persistent...
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