The Faded Alibi
The letter from the Department of Corrections, bearing the seal of the state and the weight of fourteen years of service, sat on the steel desk of the intake office, its edges crisp and white against the grey laminate. Elias Thorne picked it up, his fingers rough from the cold outside, and read the single line that confirmed his transfer to Blackwood Station, a promotion he had earned with...
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