The Faded Alibi
The silence in the archive room was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against Thomas’s temples and settled in the hollows of his knees, a silence that had grown teeth over the last forty years and was now chewing on the bone of his memory with a slow, grinding patience that he had learned to mistake for peace. He sat in the high-backed chair of mahogany that had belonged to...
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