The Faded Alibi
The silver locket was cracked down the middle. You held it up to the fluorescent light of the break room, turning it over in your fingers, the cold metal biting into your skin. It had been in your pocket for twenty years, a weight you had forgotten until the dream woke you at three in the morning. In the dream, the locket was whole, but the glass inside was shattered, and you were trying to...
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