The Faded Alibi
The glass shattered. It did not fall in pieces. It fell in a single, screaming sheet of light, cutting the air before it hit the stone floor. Silas watched. He stood by the window. The institution was silent. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his ears. It pressed against his ribs. He was twelve years old. He was still in his uniform. The uniform was white. The cuffs were rolled. The...
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