The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The hand was there. It hung in the air, pale and swollen, a thing of meat and bone that had never belonged to him. He looked at it. It did not look back. He tried to pull it away. The wrist did not move. "Look," he said. The voice was thin. A reed in the wind. The man in the chair did not look up. He was writing. The scratch of the quill was a constant, dry sound. Like sand on a table. "Look at...

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