The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The town of Oakhaven held its breath. The hall was warm, thick with the scent of roasted meat and stale beer. Laughter rang off the high beams, sharp and brittle like ice cracking on a frozen lake. At the long oak table sat Elias Thorne. He did not eat. He did not drink. He sat with his hands folded on the table, still as a stone in a stream. His eyes were fixed on the empty space across from...

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