The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The debt was final, the collector’s boot already on the threshold, and Rohani bin Hassan held the vase as if it were a live bird. The workshop at forty-seven of the Rope Walk smelled of sulfur and old brine. Outside, the tide pushed against the dock pilings with a rhythmic, physical force that shook the floorboards. The light was low, gray, the color of wet ash. Rohani looked at the man in the...

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