The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it hung suspended in the air, a fine, grey mist that clung to the skin like a second, colder layer of flesh, and I stood there in the center of the library, watching the water streak down the tall, arched windows, knowing with a certainty that felt like a physical weight in my chest that the world outside was dissolving into the very substance that was currently...
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