The Faded Alibi
The rain had not stopped for three days. It slicked the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into a mirror that reflected the grey, bruised sky and the high, indifferent walls of the Magistrate’s Hall. I stood in the mud, watching the water pool around my boots, and felt a strange lightness in my chest. It was the lightness of a stone finally dropped into deep water. I was leaving. After twelve years...
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