The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The brick was wet. It smelled of iron and old rain. I pressed my back against the cold surface, breathing in shallow, controlled bursts. The air tasted of dust. My heart hammered against my ribs. A drum. A warning. I was in the basement. The walls were close. The ceiling was low. I had been here for three days. No, four. Time had lost its shape. It was a fluid thing. It pooled in the corners....

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