The Faded Alibi
The fluorescent tube above the archive desk buzzed, a low, electric hum that seemed to drill into the base of Elias Thorne’s skull, a sound so persistent it had become the only thing holding his thoughts together. He sat alone in the dimming office, the afternoon light failing outside the window, and stared at the cursor blinking on the screen, a rhythmic pulse that mocked the erratic thumping...
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