The Faded Alibi
You are a thief. This is the truth. You stole a hand. It belongs to a ghost. The ghost is dead. The hand is not. You hold it. It is cold. It is dry. It smells of dust. It smells of iron. You walk through the forest. The trees are old. They are black. They are tall. They whisper. You do not listen. You look at your hand. It is not your hand. It is yours. That is the lie. You believe it. You are...
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