The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The bees died on the morning I inherited the shop. They hung in the air like black dust. Then they fell. A carpet of wings. Silent. Dead. I stood on the porch. The smell was sweet. Rotten. Thick. My father’s shop. The glass jars on the shelves. Empty. Or full? I could not tell. The fog rolled in. Gray. Heavy. It swallowed the street. It swallowed the houses. It swallowed me. I am Thomas. I am...

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