The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The hands were gone. Not severed. Not hidden. Simply absent. Where fingers should have been, smooth skin closed like a healed scar. Where palms should have cupped the air, flat, unyielding surfaces met the world. Elias stood in the center of the square. The stone was cold. The rain was fine. It misted over his face, soaking the grey of his hair. He did not blink. He watched the water run down...

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