The Faded Alibi
The window was cracked. It had been cracked for three days. Cold air seeped in, thin and sharp as a blade. It cut the dust motes hanging in the grey light. I watched them drift. They did not fall. They hovered. Suspended in a time that did not belong to the clock on the wall. The clock ticked. One, two, three. The sound was a hammer. It struck my temples. I sat at the desk. My hands were still....
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