The Faded Alibi
Chapter One "You will sign the waiver, or you will leave the Ministry. There is no third option." I looked at the ink on the blotter. It was black, a deep, stable black that did not shift. But as Director Vane spoke, the color bled. It turned a bruised purple, then a sickly red, spreading like a stain on a wound. I kept my eyes on the paper. I was Fritz Boudreaux, thirty-two, a junior archivist...
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