The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The air in the subterranean canteen of the outpost did not smell of coffee or roasted beans, but of something sweeter, thicker, and more unsettling, a cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat like a second skin. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at a scarred wooden table, his hands resting flat on the surface, knuckles whitened as he fought the urge to reach for the small, sealed glass vial...

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