The Faded Alibi
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the dockyard into a slick, treacherous mirror of the bruised sky, and as I stood there with my hands bound behind my back, the cold seeping through the wool of my uniform, I felt the wetness of the world entering me, filling the hollow places where my pride had once resided, and I watched the water...
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