The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the shop, a relentless, rhythmic tapping that sounded like fingers knocking on a door that would never open. I stood by the window, watching the water streak down the glass, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey and green. My hands were stained with indigo. The dye had eaten into the whorls of my...

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