The Faded Alibi
"You look terrible, Elise." I look at her. She is smiling. It is a small smile. It does not reach her eyes. "Thanks," I say. "You are shaking." I am. My hands are inside my sleeves. I cannot see them. I feel them trembling. The room is warm. Too warm. The air smells of lavender and old paper. "Who is that?" I ask. She does not answer. She looks past me. Behind me. I turn around. The room is...
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