The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The train to the city does not stop for the rain, it simply cuts through it, and you feel the vibration of the rails in your teeth, a low, persistent hum that matches the rhythm of your own failing heart. You are twelve years old, sitting in a window seat with a bag of hard bread and a notebook filled with drawings of things that do not exist, your legs too long for the seat, your hands too...

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