The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The door locked behind me. Click. A sound like a bone breaking. I stood in the center of the room. The air was cold. Stale. It smelled of wet wool and old paper. My badge hung heavy on my chest. Iron. Cold. Across the table sat Elias. He looked small. His hands were bound. The nylon cut into his wrists. Red marks. Fresh. He did not look at me. He looked at the floor. The tiles were cracked. A...

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