The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The dream is of a garden that breathes. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of wet earth and rot. You are standing in the center of it, holding something cold and hard in your hands. It is a stone, smooth and black, but it pulses with a faint, rhythmic light. You know it is not a stone. It is a heart. It is the heart of the thing you have kept. You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth....

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