The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The velvet coat is heavy. It is a burden of crimson silk, worn thin at the elbows. You hold it up. The fabric whispers. It is the only thing you have left. You stand in the center of the Hall of Whispers. The floor is cold marble. It reflects your face. Your face is old. The lines are deep. The eyes are tired. You are a stranger here. You have been a stranger for twenty years. The air smells of...

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