The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The gas line ruptured at half past three, a shriek that tore through the silence of the Whitmore estate like a wire snapped under tension. Thomas Whitmore stood in the center of the kitchen, his hands trembling not with fear, but with the sudden, violent realization that the air itself had become a weapon. The smell was not merely of gas; it was the scent of the industrial age, a pungent,...

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