The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The hall smelled of ozone and burnt silk. Marcus stood in the center. He wore the uniform. It was gray. It was heavy. It was the only thing that felt real. The fabric was woven from starlight and regret. He knew this. Everyone knew this. The room was full. Thousands of faces. Pale. Shifting. They hovered just above the floor. No feet. No shadows. Just eyes. They looked at him. They waited....

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