The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The fire took the left hand first. You remember this. Not the heat. Not the smoke that tasted of copper and old wool. You remember the sensation of the fingers curling, one by one, into a fist. You are standing in the hall. You are holding the deed. The paper is wet. Your own breath has soaked it. You are a scholar. This is what you are. You read the world in footnotes. You catalog the decay of...

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