The Faded Alibi
I sat in the high chair of the grand dining room, the mahogany cold against my back, while the rain lashed against the leaded windows of the Ashworth estate. It was a storm of such violent intensity that it seemed the sky itself was trying to break through the glass, a celestial intrusion that mirrored the chaotic disarray of my mind. I was alone, save for the ticking of the grandfather clock...
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