The Faded Alibi
Chapter One "You have until the sun sets on the hillside to present the seal, or the audit will record your master’s guilt in ink that will not wash out," the Minister’s clerk said, his voice flat as a sheet of paper.‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌⁠‍⁠​⁠​​‍‌‍​⁠‍​⁠‌​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌⁠⁠⁠⁠​⁠​‍⁠‌‍‍‍‍​⁠‌‌​​‍⁠​‌​‍‍‍‌‌​‍⁠ I stood in the archive, the air thick with the damp that seeps into plaster, a physical weight against...
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