The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain did not fall; it stood. It hung in the air of the old city like a veil of wet glass, blurring the stone spires and the cobblestones into a gray smear. You stood on the corner of Blackfriars Lane, your hand resting against the wall, feeling the damp cold seep through the wool of your sleeve. Your left hand was the one that trembled. It had always been the left hand. The right was...

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