The Faded Alibi

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2026-08-17 11:25:59 -

The Faded Alibi

The sound of the city was a physical weight. It pressed against the glass of the fourth-floor window, a relentless, grinding hum of tires on wet asphalt and distant sirens. I stood in the center of the room, my hands clasped behind my back. My knuckles were white. The skin there was raw, chafed, thinning. I could feel the friction of the fabric against the exposed nerve endings, a dull,...

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