The Faded Alibi
The rain hit the cobblestones of the Blackwood Prison courtyard with a sound like static, a low hiss that filled the silence between the thunderclaps. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood under the eaves of the watchtower, his hand trembling as he gripped the iron key to the warden’s office. He was thirty-two years old, and he had spent twenty of those years in this institution, learning that the walls...
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