The Faded Alibi
The train pulled away. Dust settled on the platform. Elias watched the receding lights. He stood alone. The air was cold. It cut his skin. He was the Keeper. He held the keys. To the archive. To the truth. Or so they said. Lord Ashworth was waiting. In the car. It was black. It gleamed. Like oil. Elias walked to it. He opened the door. He sat down. The leather was warm. It smelled of smoke. And...
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