The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ledger sat in my hands, heavy as a wet stone, its cover slick with rain and the cold sweat of my palms. I am Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, and I stand in the courtyard of St. Jude’s, the wind tearing at my coat, holding the only proof that my brother Julian was not the arsonist who burned the east wing in 1994. The warden, a man with a laugh like cracking dry wood, stood by the locked...

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