The Faded Alibi
The ledger weighed four pounds, six ounces, a precise burden that Elias Thorne had carried for three years. He set it on the oak desk, the wood groaning under the specific gravity of the paper, and checked the clock. Fourteen hours remained until Director Halloway’s retirement, fourteen hours until the Blackwood File was sealed, and fourteen hours until his pension was secured. The room smelled...
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