The Faded Alibi
Chapter One "You’ve got ink on your cuff, Giuseppa," Enzo said, not looking up from the ledger he was balancing on the knee of his chair, his voice flat with the particular exhaustion of a man who has been checking margins for six hours straight. I looked down, wiping the dark smudge against my apron, the damp wool of the cellar floor pressing cold against the soles of my shoes. The air here,...
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