The Faded Alibi
The boy’s teeth were vibrating, a low, metallic thrum that had nothing to do with the cold air or the coal dust coating his tongue, and he had to press his lips together so hard they went white to keep from screaming out the truth that was trying to force its way up his throat. "Your father is a liar, and you are his echo," Mr. Sterling said, his voice smooth as oiled silk, cutting through the...
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