The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The dream came again, as it did every night now, in the grey hours before the bells of St. Jude’s. It was not a nightmare, exactly. It was a loop. In the dream, the river was not water but a slow, viscous flow of silver light, and the bridge was made of bone. Thomas stood on the span, watching the light swirl beneath him. He was waiting for someone. He did not know who. The wind smelled of iron...

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