The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The leather was dry. It had been dry for three winters. I ran my thumb over the spine of my uniform tunic, feeling the cracks in the hide. They mapped the lines of my life. Small fractures. Deep ones. We were in the city. Not a modern city. Not the glass and steel of my dreams. This was stone. Old stone. The kind that remembers every footfall. The air tasted of woodsmoke and unwashed bodies. It...

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