The Faded Alibi
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the office windows of the Sterling & Vance Accounting Firm into blurred mirrors of our own tired faces, and I stood before the glass, watching the reflection of my left hand, which was no longer quite a hand but a dense, knotted cluster of grayish flesh that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic throb, a heartbeat that did...
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