The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The smell of burnt sugar was the first thing I noticed when I crossed the threshold. It was thick, cloying, and wrong. It smelled like a mistake. My sister, Elara, stood in the center of the room. She did not turn around. She was stirring a pot that was not a pot. It was a basin of black sludge, bubbling with a rhythmic, wet sound. "Stay there," she said. Her voice was flat. Technical. I did...

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