The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

Could the line be drawn straight when the mud refused to hold it? The Weight of the Ink Amor Chua stood at the edge of the estero, the water court of the ship’s lower deck, where the air smelled of brine and old rust. He was a senior clerk in the Manila Customs House, a position he had held for twenty years, his hands stained permanently with the blue ink of official stamps. His younger...

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