The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

Thorne. The word came from the hallway, sharp and brittle, like a twig snapping under a boot. Elias looked up from his desk, the coffee in his mug cold and coated in a skin of orange foam. He was forty-five, though his knees insisted he was sixty, and the air in the sheriff’s office smelled of damp wool and stale toner. Sarah, his deputy, stood in the doorway, her face pale, holding a folder...

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