The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The hall smelled of wet wool and stale beer. Silas stood by the stage. He was a big man. His shoulders were wide. They had been wide for forty years. Now they were just heavy. The band played a waltz. It was a slow one. The notes hung in the air. They felt thick. Like fog. Silas watched the dancers. They moved in circles. Round and round. Like the gears of the mill. Like the wheels of the train...

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