The Faded Alibi
The gate slammed shut behind her. It was a heavy sound. It echoed in the stone courtyard. She did not look back. She walked toward the main office. The floor was cold. The air smelled of dust and old paper. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the window. He watched her go. He held a file. It was thin. It was empty. He had been there for twenty years. He had worn the uniform until it fit his body like a...
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