The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The letter was already torn. Marcus held the pieces in his hands. They were small. Fragile. Like dried leaves. He sat at the kitchen table. The wood was cold. He wore his robe. It was silk. It had been a gift. From Clara. Before. He looked at the door. It was shut. He had locked it. The lock clicked. A sound in the quiet. He turned to the window. The garden was dark. Rain tapped on the glass....

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