The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The letter arrives in the mail with the weight of a stone. You hold it in your hands, the paper thin and cold against your palms. The ink is black. The seal is red. It is a summons. You are not a person. Not anymore. You are a thing of habit and hollow space. For three years, you have lived in the basement of the old mill, beneath the town of Oakhaven. The air here is damp. It tastes of rust...

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