The Faded Alibi
Chapter One Celestine Thibault looked back from the hospital bed, the sheets stiff with sweat and the smell of antiseptic, to the moment he had stood on the platform at Clermont-Ferrand, his badge heavy in his pocket, his heart a dull, persistent ache in his ribs. He had been a union checker for thirty years, a man who counted nails and weighed coal, and now he was counting the seconds until...
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