The Faded Alibi
The hall was vast, a cathedral of stone and shadow where the chandeliers burned with a light that did not heat but only illuminated. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the head of the long table, his posture rigid, his face a mask of weary stone. He was a man carved from the same gray granite as the walls, his eyes dark and deep-set, holding a silence that felt heavier than the air. Around him sat...
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