The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The bread rises in the dark. You watch it swell. The dough is pale, a ghost of flour and yeast. It pushes against the clay bowl. You are alone. The cellar is cold. The air tastes of damp stone and old roots. Your husband, Arthur, is above. You can hear the creak of the floorboards. He is moving. He is angry. You know the rhythm of his steps. They are heavy. They are final. You are a woman of...

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