The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The dream always began with the sound of wet gravel crunching under boots that did not belong to me. I stood on the porch of a house that smelled of lavender and old paper, watching the rain blur the streetlamps into halos of amber. It was a contemporary suburb, pristine and sterile, but the air felt thick, charged with a static that made the hair on my arms stand up. I was twelve years old...

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