The Faded Alibi
The clock in the corridor had stopped at 11:14, its hands frozen in a posture of surrender, and the silence that followed was not empty but thick, a physical weight that pressed against the linoleum floor where you had been standing for the last three hours, counting the seconds between the hum of the ventilation system and the sudden, absolute cessation of sound when Director Halloway entered...
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