The Faded Alibi
The chandelier above the long mahogany table did not sway; it hung with the rigid, glittering authority of a judge’s gavel, casting sharp, fractured light across the faces of the men who gathered in the high-ceilinged room at the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It was a feast of silence, a banquet of unspoken accusations, where the air was thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and the cold,...
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