The Faded Alibi
The letter lay on the desk, the ink smudged where a thumb had pressed too hard, and Elias Thorne read the date three times before his eyes adjusted to the year. It was a Tuesday, he knew, because the coffee in his mug had gone cold and the light in the study had turned the color of bruised plums, and he was waiting for Dr. Halloway to finish his sentence about academic integrity. Halloway stood...
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