The Faded Alibi
I have carried the weight of the ink-stained ledger for forty years, a burden that sits upon my shoulders like a physical yoke, pressing down on my spine with the relentless, grinding persistence of a millstone in a dark and silent cellar, and I have told myself, in the quiet hours before the sun dares to breach the horizon of this impossible, mist-choked valley, that the words within its pages...
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