The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain against the windowpane of the grand sitting room was not merely weather; it was a rhythmic, insistent knocking, a percussive argument against the silence that had settled over the Whitmore estate. Eleanor Whitmore stood by the fireplace, her fingers tracing the cold, blackened stone of the mantle, feeling the vibration of the storm through the soot. The house, once a beacon of warmth...

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