The Faded Alibi
Thorne, you’re blocking the filing cabinet again. The voice belonged to the clerk at the County Records Office, a man whose name Elias Thorne had forgotten three weeks ago but whose irritation was as constant as the damp seeping into his boots. Elias stepped aside, his shoulder brushing the metal edge of the cabinet, a sharp, cold contact that grounded him in the sterile, bureaucratic reality...
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