The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The soot tasted like copper on my tongue. I had been holding the scrap of paper for six hours, and my fingers were blistered, the skin peeling back in red, raw strips. The paper glowed. It was a faint, sickly yellow, pulsing in the dark of the constable’s locker room, a light that had no source. It was the alibi. Or so they said. It was the thing that would hang me, or save me, depending on...

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