The Faded Alibi
You are standing in the grey, dust-choked silence of the infirmary, and the air is thick with the smell of iodine and old, dried blood. You do not know how long you have been here. The light filtering through the high, barred windows is a pale, sickly yellow, suggesting a time of day that has ceased to matter, a perpetual twilight that stretches out endlessly into the industrial fog outside....
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