The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The river had turned the color of old bruises by the time I reached the bank. It was a Tuesday, though the day of the week had ceased to matter to me in the way that the tide matters to the oyster: purely, inevitably, and without choice. I stood on the muddy edge, my boots sinking into the silt, watching the water pull at the stones. The mist was thick, a grey wool that swallowed the city...

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