The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The banquet hall smelled of burnt sugar and stale beer. Men sat at long tables. They wore their medals like wounds. The air was thick. It hung heavy. It pressed against the skin. Silas Vance stood by the window. He was old. His hands shook. Not from age. From the cold. Or the guilt. He held a jacket. It was blue. Wool. Heavy. It had belonged to him once. Now it belonged to the town. The room...

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