The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The dream was not of ghosts, but of a door that refused to open, a heavy oak slab set into a wall of damp, weeping stone that smelled of rot and old iron, and I stood before it with my hands pressed flat against the grain, feeling the wood breathe beneath my fingers, a slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction that mirrored my own terrified heart, and I knew, with the absolute certainty of the...

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