The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

Thorne, get down here. The voice came from the head of the stairs, rough with the specific weariness of a man who had been shouting into the wind all day. Elias Thorne did not look up immediately. He was elbow-deep in the brass fitting of the pneumatic tube junction, his wrench tight against the cold metal, the grease black under his fingernails. The wind outside was a physical weight, pressing...

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