The Perfect Alibi

Previously

…As she led me through the maze of shelves, the scent of old paper seemed to intensify, carrying with it the faint whisper of secrets long buried. The Archivist’s Riddle was proving to be far more than a simple puzzle; it was a gateway, and I was just beginning to realize how far it might lead. The weight of the flyer in my pocket felt heavier now, no longer just a clue, but a responsibility. And the knowledge that I was no longer alone in my pursuit, that I had an ally, however cautious, was a welcome, if somewhat daunting, prospect. The shadows that had seemed so distant were now coalescing, and I had a feeling they were about to step out of the archives and into the light.