The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The glass was cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, a sharp, biting chill that cut through the damp heat of the banquet hall. He raised it, his knuckles white, and touched it lightly against the magistrate’s crystal. The sound was a thin, high ping that barely survived the roar of the crowd. Forty-two years old, and his hands shook with a tremor that had nothing to do with the wine. He needed them...

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