The Faded Alibi
"You're a ghost, Elias," said Professor Halloway, his voice a dry crackle over the static of the room. "A ghost in the machine. And ghosts don't pay rent." Elias did not look up from the desk. He kept his eyes on the brass astrolabe, its gears still, its faceless sky fixed in the center of the mahogany surface. The wood was warm under his fingertips, a heat that seemed to pulse in time with his...
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