The Faded Alibi
The ink on the page had not yet dried when the silence in the room grew heavy enough to press against the eardrums, a physical weight that Dr. Arthur Vane felt settling into the hollows of his spine as he stood before the oak desk of the Dean of Humanities, watching the man’s hands tremble not with anger but with a profound, ancient exhaustion that seemed to seep up from the floorboards...
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