The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain against the window of my apartment did not sound like water, but like a thousand tiny fingers tapping, testing the glass for a weakness, a seam where the cold might slip through. I sat in the armchair that had belonged to my mother, the velvet worn thin to a ghostly gray in the places where her hands had rested for forty years, and I held the small, rectangular object in my lap. It was...

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