The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The house burned down on a Tuesday. It was a slow, hungry fire. It started in the walls, a quiet crackling that Eleanor heard before the smoke did. She was in the kitchen, washing a teacup. The porcelain was cold in her hands. She watched the steam rise from the water. It curled into the air like a ghost. Then the smell hit her. Dry wood. Old paper. The scent of her childhood. She dropped the...

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