The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The kettle on the stove settled with a low, metallic groan, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards of the workhouse and up into my bones. I remember the weight of the silence in that room, a physical thing, heavier than the iron pans hanging from the hooks, pressing against my eardrums until I could taste the copper of my own fear. I was thirty-two years old, Luce Fanon, and I...

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