The Faded Alibi
The rain had been falling on the slate roof of the administrative wing for three days without pause, a relentless, gray drumbeat that seemed to synchronize with the slow, grinding rotation of the gears inside Dr. Elias Thorne’s chest, which had begun to stutter with a rhythm that felt less like life and more like the mechanical failure of an old clock. He sat in his office, a room that had once...
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