The Faded Alibi
The fog eats the edges of the world. You stand in the hall. It is a big hall. Stone floor. Cold. You are a scholar. Of things. Of dust. Of time. You have a coat. It is thin. You are poor. The hunger is a beast. It scratches at your ribs. You must leave. You must go to the bank. You have a letter. It is in your pocket. It is a promise. It is a lie. You know it is a lie. You do not care. You need...
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