The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the industrial district, turning the world into a damp, breathing organism. You stood at the edge of the platform, your collar turned up against the chill, watching the train exhale its steam into the twilight. It was a departure, yes, but not the kind that leads to new horizons. It was a...
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