The Faded Alibi
The file hit the desk with a sound like a gunshot in the dead silence of the municipal records bureau, sending a plume of gray dust into the slanted afternoon light. Elias Thorne did not flinch, though his heart hammered a frantic, irregular rhythm against his ribs, a primal drumbeat of fear that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of his bones. He looked up, expecting the usual bureaucratic...
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