The Faded Alibi
Chapter One I am looking back at the month the river smelled of the sea, a time when the salt crept up the delta rice fields and turned the air thick with brine. I left the habitat module at forty-seven of Stonecutter Alley, where the velcro on the walls had begun to peel in long, white strips, leaving the metal beneath to rust. My mother was still breathing, a shallow, wet sound that I had to...
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