The Faded Alibi
The rain in the city did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected the grey sky and the weary souls who walked upon them. You were traveling light, or so you told yourself, carrying only the essentials for a journey that felt less like a trip and more like an escape from a self you could no longer bear to look at. Your suitcase...
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