The Faded Alibi
Chapter One The ledger entry read: Debt of honor, unpaid, principal Anouk Chevalier. The ink bled into the parchment, a slow, brown stain that looked like a bruise. Anouk Chevalier, thirty-two, sat at the desk in the caravanserai room that served as his office. The air was heavy with wet wool and old paper. Outside, the kerosene lamps had gone out an hour ago. The night was long, and the wind...
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