The Faded Alibi
The argument began over a stain on the wallpaper, a small, brownish smudge near the baseboard that had grown since Tuesday, and it ended with the sound of a glass shattering against the hardwood floor of the hallway. Thomas Whitmore did not look down. He stood in the center of the room, his hands hanging loose at his sides, feeling the weight of the silence that had just been broken by the...
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