The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Internal Affairs smelled of wax and old fear. It was a smell that clung to the throat, a dry, papery taste that hinted at the silence behind the doors. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the far end of the long mahogany table. He was the lowest-ranking inspector in the department. His uniform was pressed, his tie knotted with precise, clinical care. He did not eat. He...

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