The Faded Alibi
The release form lay on the steel table, the paper bright under the fluorescent tube. Elias Thorne looked at the signature line. His hand did not tremble. He had been an engineer for twenty years, and his hands were steady, built for load calculations and rebar ties, not for the shaking of a man who has lost everything. The light in the conference room was flat and white, washing out the...
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