The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The fire started in the dry hay lofts of the Whitmore barn. It ate the rafters in minutes. You stood in the mud, the rain slicking your hair to your forehead, watching the sky turn the color of a bruised plum. The town of Oakhaven smelled of wet ash and panic. People ran with buckets that held little water. The air was thick with smoke. You coughed. Your chest felt tight. You were seven years...

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