The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The hall smelled of beeswax and old blood. I stood before the mirror. The glass was cracked, a web of silver scars across the face. I looked at my hands. They were trembling. I wore the coat. It was black wool. It fit me like a second skin. Like a cage. The buttons were mother-of-pearl. They had turned yellow with age. I touched the left cuff. The silk lining was worn thin. I could feel the...

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