The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The fire did not start with a spark. It started with a memory, or perhaps the absence of one, burning a hole in the fabric of the night until the dry timber of the old textile mill gave way. I stood on the ridge above the valley, my coat snapping in the wind that tasted of sulfur and wet ash, and watched the building I had spent forty years trying to forget collapse into a skeleton of glowing...

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