The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The champagne in my glass had a slight tremor to it, a ripple that mirrored the sudden, violent shudder seizing my left hand, which I had pressed flat against the underside of the mahogany table to keep it from shaking before the eyes of the General’s staff. It was 1893, and the banquet hall in Oakhaven was a cathedral of gilt and grease, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the...

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