The Faded Alibi
The first crack appeared in the foundation stone at four in the morning, a hairline fracture that ran from the hearth into the flagstones with the precision of a surgeon’s cut, and Arthur Vane stood in the dark, counting the seconds between the tremors to steady his breathing, because the house was shaking and the silence was louder than the noise. He was forty years old, a former soldier who...
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