The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a grey, suspended veil over the manor, thick with the scent of wet stone and rotting leaves. You sat in the high chair by the window. Your hands rested on the arms. They were still. They had been still for three days. The room was cold. The hearth was dead. Ashes lay in a white dust on the floor. You did not shiver. You had forgotten how to shiver. You...

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