The Faded Alibi
The silver case of the pocket watch was cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, a familiar weight that had anchored his life for twenty years, yet tonight the mechanism inside seemed to stutter, a faint, backward tick that he felt in his teeth before he heard it in the air. He stood at the edge of the marble floor of the Alderman’s banquet hall, his uniform pressed to a rigid perfection, watching the...
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