The Faded Alibi
The building does not change. That is the first thing you must understand. It stands on the corner of 4th and Main, a block of grey stone and glass that has outlasted empires and weather. It is a place of work. A place of record. You walk into it every morning. You have walked into it for ten years. Your shoes scuff the concrete. The air smells of dust and old paper. It is the smell of time...
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