The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The whistle blew. It was not a sound of warning. It was a sound of release. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the hall. The air smelled of wet wool and iron. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light that cut through the high windows. They moved slow. They moved fast. They did not care who was there. Elias held his rifle. His hands did not shake. He had trained for this. His father had...

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