The Faded Alibi
The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, gray curtain that turned the world outside our window into a blurred, indistinct smear of mud and dying leaves, and as I stood there watching the water drip from the eaves, I felt the weight of the house pressing down on my shoulders, a heavy, suffocating pressure that seemed to seep into my very bones, reminding me that we were trapped...
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