The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The candle wax pooled like sweat on the silver tray. You watch it drip. You watch it fall. It hits the tablecloth with a sound like a sigh. The room is loud. It is too loud. The crystal glasses clink. The laughter is sharp. It cuts the air. You are not laughing. You are standing by the wall. You are holding a glass of water. You are not drinking it. You are just holding it. Your knuckles are...

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