The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall. It hung. I watched it from the porch. The droplets suspended in the air, heavy with a green, metallic scent. They did not touch the ground. They simply hovered, a frozen storm. I had seen this before. Not in dreams. In the records. The archives called it Stasis. The world stopped breathing. I kept breathing. I was the only one who did. My name is Elias Thorne. I am the...
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