The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the streets of the city into a gray, churning slurry that reflected the flickering gaslights in distorted, trembling pools. I sat at my desk, the wood cold against my wrists, and listened to the wind. It was not merely blowing; it was speaking. The voice was Julian’s, young and clear, cutting through the low moan of the gale to whisper, *I did...

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