The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The table was set for two, though the room held the ghost of a dozen. I had polished the silver until my fingers bled, a ritual of penance I could no longer stop. Outside, the Chicago wind scraped against the glass, a sound like dry leaves tearing. I waited for the doorbell. It was not a bell, but a low, resonant thrum that began in the floorboards and climbed up through my shins. The Hum. It...

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