The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

"You are late," the Captain said, not looking up from his ledger. The ink smelled of iron and old paper, a sharp, metallic tang that cut through the damp air of the office. Vladimir Adamyan stood by the door, his boots damp from the rain that had persisted for nine days straight. He was forty years old, a man who moved pianos for a living and guarded nothing but his own dwindling credit limit....

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