The Faded Alibi
The watch sat on the table. It was a heavy thing. Brass and steel. Cold to the touch. It had belonged to Thomas. Thomas was dead. Thomas had been dead for three days. The watch did not know. It kept ticking. Ticking. Ticking. A mechanical heartbeat in a silent room. Elias sat in the chair. He stared at it. His hands were on his knees. They were still. They were so still they might have been...
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