The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The dream was not a dream but a fracture. I saw the ceramic owl on the floor of the kitchen in Marion, Ohio, the same yellow clay my father had bought at a county fair in 1974. It lay in shards, the glaze chipped, the painted eye staring at nothing. I woke with the taste of dust in my mouth, the year 1998 pressing against my eardrums. I am forty-two. I have been a retired archivist for three...

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