The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old dust. Margaret stood in the center of the room, her back to the door, her hands clasped tightly before her waist. The fabric of her dress, a deep, mourning violet, felt heavy against her skin. It was a weight she had carried for seven years. She watched the guests move through the space, their laughter bright and brittle as thin ice. They...

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