The Faded Alibi
The champagne flutes trembled in the hand, a fine, crystalline vibration that seemed to travel up through the wrist and into the marrow of the bone, and I watched the golden liquid swirl with a lazy, hypnotic grace that mirrored the easy confidence of the man standing beside me. It was a night of polished surfaces and sharp angles, the kind of evening where the air was thick with the scent of...
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