The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The banquet hall of the Whitmore estate smelled of burnt caramel and ozone, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat like a physical weight, masking the sharper, more metallic scent of the rain that lashed against the stained-glass windows of the Victorian manor in rural Vermont. Inspector Elias Thorne stood near the heavy oak mantelpiece, his uniform immaculate but his eyes...

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