The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, suspended veil over the manor house, blurring the edges of the world until the house stood alone in a white void. Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the library. The air smelled of wet wool and old paper. He held the object. It was a silver key. Small. Cold. It burned his palm. Not with heat. But with weight. With memory. His daughter, Elise,...

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