The Faded Alibi
The gavel struck the mahogany block with a sound like a bone snapping, sharp and final, and the silence that followed was not empty but heavy, filled with the static hum of the air conditioning and the collective, suffocating breath of the tribunal. I stood at the center of the chamber, a place of polished glass and cold steel that smelled faintly of ozone and old paper, and I felt the weight...
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