The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain does not fall so much as it presses, a cold, wet hand against the glass of your eyelids, blurring the world into a smear of gray and mud. You wake not with a start, but with a slow, viscous unfolding, as if you have been sleeping inside a heavy coat that you are only now remembering how to shed. The air in the cell is thick with the smell of wet stone and old iron, a scent that has...

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