The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The bus smelled of wet wool and diesel. It was a smell that clung to the inside of the throat. Thomas sat by the window. The glass was cold against his cheek. He watched the trees go by. They were black and thin. The wind tore at them. He felt a vibration in his chest. It was the engine. Or perhaps his own heart. It was hard to tell the difference anymore. "Yer late," a voice said from behind...

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