The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

You dream of the house. It is not your home, though it feels like the inside of your own skull. The walls are thick, made of packed earth and old stone. The air smells of damp wool and woodsmoke. You are there because you must be. You are the investigator. The system has sent you. It is a cold, invisible hand that places you in the chair and tells you to look. To watch. To record. You do not...

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