The Faded Alibi
The fluorescent lights in the basement archives of the Meridian Insurance Group hummed with a low, persistent buzz that seemed to drill directly into Elias Thorne’s temples, a sound he had come to associate with the slow, grinding erosion of his dignity. He stood before the filing cabinet, his fingers trembling slightly as he adjusted the knot of his silk tie, a cheap, fraying thing he had worn...
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