The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain woven from the exhalations of the wet earth. I stood in the center of the stone courtyard, the mud sucking at the soles of my boots, and watched the ivy climb the cold wall of the infirmary. It was a thick, green thing, relentless in its ascent, mirroring the slow, steady accumulation of guilt that had settled in my chest over...
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