The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The brass casing of the watch was cold against my palm, a small, heavy thing that felt less like metal and more like a stone pulled from a riverbed. I held it there, the glass face cracked down the center, the hands frozen at four-twelve, before I set it on the mantel where it had sat for twenty years. The light in the apartment was gray, the kind that comes from a sky packed with low, wet...

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