The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The fever broke at dawn, leaving me with the taste of iron on my tongue and the distinct, terrifying sensation that my left hand was not entirely my own, as if the flesh had fused with the cold, gnarled digits of my father, who had been dead for six years and buried deep in the clay of the valley. I sat up in the narrow bed of the police barracks, the sheets tangled around my legs, and looked...

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