The Faded Alibi
Chapter One In the Ministry of Records, silence was a commodity, measured in cubic feet and priced in silence. Mohammad Hassani sat at his desk, the air heavy with dry rot and iron filings. He was thirty years old, though his hands looked older, stained with the indigo ink that had replaced his skin in the last three months. Before him lay the final ledger of Lina’s life, a document the state...
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