The Glass Alibi

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Shoreditch into blurred smears of electric blue and poison pink. Inside his penthouse, Julian Vane s

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gital world, the Senator was now a saint again. Julian was a "Digital Eraser," a ghost-maker for

**Hard-Link Alert**-a notification from a pri

the link. It was a live video feed. The camera was positioned at a

e Eames chair. The rare First Edition of *The Trial* on the co

ving room," h

me. She was wearing a trench coat slick with rain. She sat down on his

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his watch. It

he present. It was a live feed of

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logic dictated that time-traveling video feeds didn't exist.

as sitting. The leather of the sofa was cold. He looked up at the corne

g there but smoo

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traced the signal of the video feed. It wasn't coming from a remote server. It wa

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ming, he wouldn't be a victim. He watched the monitor as the "Future

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, his breath shallow. He watched the heavy, b

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steel door didn't creak. It di

door swung wide. A woman stepped in. She was wearing a trench coat slick with rain. S

, she was ho

**silenced Glock 17** pointe

d velvet-smooth but with an edge that could draw b

glass carafe feeling useles

a car accident in the Swiss Alps in 2016. I nee

ed. The future feed changed. Now, it showed Julian slu

n the new video

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, where Julian must decide if he