The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The coat hung in the hallway. It was a heavy thing, charcoal wool, woven with a pattern that had once been sharp. Now the lines blurred. The fabric felt dry. It smelled of dust. And old tobacco. Thomas stood before it. He was a small man. His hands shook. They shook because he was tired. He had been awake for three days. The war was far away. But it lived in his bones. It lived in the silence...

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