The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, narrow windows of the Magistrate’s office, a relentless, rhythmic tapping that sounded like the fingers of time counting down to something inevitable. You sat at the heavy oak desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of anxious hands and spilled ink. The air smelled of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear. You...

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