The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain hits the window. It does not knock. It strikes. You are inside. The room is small. The walls are close. You count the drops. One. Two. Three. You are a prisoner here. Not of men. Of yourself. The air is thick. It smells of wet wool and old paper. You are a sinner. You know this. You have always known it. The guilt sits on your chest. It is a stone. You breathe around it. You breathe...

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