The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The frost has come early. It clings to the windowpane of the high chamber, a delicate lacework of ice that mirrors the veins in your own hands. You are not here by choice. You are here by necessity. The air is thin, sharp with the scent of pine and old stone. You remember the heat of the other place, the dust, the endless migration. You remember the way the sun used to bake the earth until it...

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