The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain against the windowpane did not sound like water; it sounded like the slow, deliberate grinding of teeth, a wet, rhythmic friction that marked the passing of seconds into the irreversible currency of the past. You sat in the study, a room preserved in amber by the sheer weight of its dust, holding the brass key that had once opened the door to the world. It was a heavy thing, cold to...

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