The Faded Alibi
The glass shattered. Not all at once. It peeled away in thin, translucent sheets. The sound was a high, sustained scream. It tore through the silence of the room. Elias held the fragments. They bit into his palms. The pain was sharp. It was clean. He did not drop them. He held them tight. The air in the house was cold. It was a wet, heavy cold. It pressed against the windows. The rain hammered...
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