The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

I packed my desk with a silence that felt heavy, almost physical. The box was small. It held only what could not be digitized. A stapler. A pen that leaked. And the ledger. I signed out the key. The card reader beeped. A flat, indifferent sound. "Leaving?" It was Julian. He stood in the doorway of the server room. He was a thin man. His tie was loose. He looked tired. We had worked side by side...

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