The Faded Alibi
You drive the heavy sedan through the rain-slicked streets of the industrial district, the wipers beating a frantic, rhythmic time against the glass as you approach the sprawling Victorian mansion that has consumed your thoughts for the last three days. The house looms out of the mist like a dark, breathing thing, its gables sharp and accusing, and you know with a cold, visceral certainty that...
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