The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The clock ticked. It was a heavy sound. It filled the room. It filled the house. It filled the air. Margaret stood in the center. She held a glass. The wine was dark. It looked like blood. It looked like night. She smiled. It was a thin smile. It did not reach her eyes. "Another toast," she said. Her voice was soft. It was clear. It cut the air. The guests looked at her. They were her family....

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