The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The fire took the clock tower at dawn. I watched from the window. The flames were orange. They were white. They were black. The smoke smelled of sulfur. It smelled of old wood. It smelled of my mother’s perfume. I did not run. I did not scream. I stood there. I held my tea. The cup was hot. It burned my fingers. I did not drop it. The town was waking up. Cries echoed. Doors banged. Boots on...

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