The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that settled into the pores of the city like a second skin, clinging to the cobblestones and the rusted iron of the lampposts that lined the avenue where Thomas Bradshaw had spent the better part of his adult life trying to become invisible. He stood at the window of his narrow apartment on the fourth floor, a space that smelled of...
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