The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

"Is he still in the cellar?" The question hung in the damp air of the station house. It was a small room. Concrete walls. Fluorescent lights that buzzed like trapped flies. Elias Thorne did not look up. He kept his eyes on the file. His hands were still. They were always still. That was the first thing they taught you. Stillness is control. Stillness is order. "Yes," the rookie said. His name...

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