The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the tower, a relentless, hollow rhythm that sounded like the beating of a dying heart. I sat in the high chair, my hands folded in my lap. They were clean. They had been scrubbed with lye and pumice until the skin was raw and red. But I could still feel the wetness of it. The blood. It was a phantom sensation, a ghost...

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