The Faded Alibi
The ink on the ledger page was dry, a stark black river cutting through the cream-colored parchment, and Thomas Bradshaw sat within the heavy, suffocating silence of the archive room, where the air tasted of dust and old, forgotten secrets, and he felt the weight of his own years pressing down upon his shoulders like a physical stone, grinding him slowly into the earth, for he had come here to...
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