The Faded Alibi
Did you see the ink? I asked the question to the empty office, but the only answer was the hum of the fluorescent tube overhead, a sound like a dying engine. I was thirty years old, a sergeant in the Lu District, and I had spent the last six months trying to close the Ghost Ledger case. My want was simple: secure my promotion by proving the ledger’s entries were forged, thereby clearing Captain...
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