The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ledger lay open on the kitchen table, its leather cover worn soft as old skin, the spine cracked where it had been bent too many times. I was reading the entry I had written three days prior, the ink still faintly wet, smelling of iron and dried blood. It said: *October 14th, 4:15 PM. The oak tree in the east yard will break. I will be in the rain. I will not be able to stand.* I looked at...

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