The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

He woke in a dream of green. The moss was thick. It swallowed his boots. He was walking through a forest that did not exist, yet felt older than stone. The air tasted of rot and rain. He was holding a basket. It was woven from reeds, tight and hard. Inside, something was moving. A heartbeat. Fast. Small. He opened his eyes. The ceiling of the hospice was white. Stained with age. A crack ran...

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