The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The leather case was warm from my pocket, the hide worn smooth by twenty years of handling, and I held it against my chest like a shield against the cold that seeped up from the basement floorboards. I was thirty-four years old, an Archivist of modest rank, and I needed the pension that Director Halloway’s death had put at risk. The Board of Trustees did not pay out to men who served under a...

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