The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The steam hissed against the glass. It was loud. It was wet. You pressed your forehead to the window of the carriage. The iron rails sang a sharp, thin note under the wheels. You were late. You were always late for things that mattered. But not for this. This was the last thing. The station was a beast of black stone and soot. It loomed over you, breathing out the smoke of a hundred fires. The...

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