The Faded Alibi
"Look at what you’ve done, you wretched, shapeshifting thing. Look at the ruin you’ve left in your wake." The voice was not loud, but it carried the weight of a stone dropped into a well, echoing off the cold, damp walls of the municipal archive where I had spent the last three decades of my unnatural life. I stood in the center of the reading room, surrounded by the towering shelves of card...
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