The Faded Alibi
The rain had been falling for three days straight, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Blackwood into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the soot-stained facades of the textile mills that loomed over us like the judgment seats of some iron God, and I found myself walking not because I had a destination but because the stillness of my own rented room had become a...
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