The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

Act I The old quarter of Hanoi was a place of grinding stone and wet pavement, where the vegetable carts clanged their wooden hammers against the gutters in a rhythm that sounded like a funeral for the morning. The air smelled of diesel and wet earth, a thick, physical weight that pressed against the chest, and the drizzle that had fallen for ten days turned the cobblestones into slick, black...

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