The Faded Alibi
The banquet hall of the Municipal Waterworks Authority gleamed with a sterile, oppressive brilliance, the chandeliers casting long, fractured shadows across the mahogany table where you sat, your cutlery resting untouched before you. It was a night of celebration, a gala for the completion of the new filtration plant, a monument to progress that you had helped design with your own hands, yet...
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