The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain against the windowpane of my study was not a sound but a texture, a wet, relentless friction that seemed to grind away the edges of the world until only the immediate, tangible reality of my own failing body remained, and in that grinding, I felt the first hairline crack appear not in the glass, but in the mirror of my own self-perception, a fissure running from the knuckle of my left...

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