The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain fell in sheets. Cold. Thin. It hissed on the cobblestones. Elias packed his tools. The iron was dull. The wood was dry. He looked at the door. The lock was new. Brass. Shiny. It did not fit the wood. It looked like a scar. He had been here for ten years. Ten years of sweat. Ten years of sawdust. The air smelled of pine and fear. He picked up the chisel. It was heavy. It was home....

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