The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain taps against the slate roof. It is a steady, rhythmic drumming. You are in the cellar. The air is thick with the smell of damp stone and old iron. You sit on a wooden crate. Your hands are bound with rope. The knots are tight. They bite into your wrists. You do not move. You have been waiting for hours. Or perhaps days. Time has lost its shape here. It flows like the water seeping...

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