The Faded Alibi
The air in the basement of the Department of Cognitive Anomalies always tasted of ozone and old paper. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his hands folded in his lap, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that pierced the gloom from a high, barred window. He was a medium, a title that the institution preferred not to use, preferring the sterile term "Subject Zero" or simply...
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