The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The banquet hall of the Meridian Institute smelled of wax and old paper, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a bad penny. I stood at the edge of the room, watching the Director’s chair sit empty in the center of the stage, its velvet worn thin by the friction of previous occupancies. My hands were trembling, a fine, persistent vibration that I had learned to hide by clenching my...

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