The Faded Alibi
The ledger lay open on the scarred oak table, its columns of red ink bleeding slightly into the paper where the humidity of the mill town had seeped through the windowpane. Elias Thorne stared at the final entry, the date October 14th, 2024, and the sum that would force him to sell the ovens by month’s end, a debt that had grown like mold in the walls of his mother’s bakery, a burden he had...
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