The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

You hold the iron in your hand. It is cold. It is heavy. It is yours. The house stands in the mist. The stone is wet. The air smells of rot and iron. You are the Warden. You are the Law. You are the father. Your son stands before you. He is small. He is shaking. He holds a rag. He holds a knife. He is not a man. He is a child. But the law does not see children. The law sees threats. The village...

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