The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The fog rolled in at dusk, thick as wool, erasing the edges of the harbor. I stood by the window. The glass was cold against my cheek. Inside, the air smelled of stale tea and lavender water. On the table sat the coat. It was my coat. My skin. My shadow. I could not look away. It hung there, innocent and black, waiting to be worn. Eleanor came in. She did not knock. She never did. "You are...

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