The Faded Alibi
The letter lay on the steel table, its edges curled slightly from the humidity in the air conditioning vent, a pale rectangle of official denial that Elias Thorne had read three times already without understanding the syntax of its cruelty. He sat in the hearing room, a box of beige cinder block and fluorescent light, facing Director Halloway, who looked less like a man and more like a filing...
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