The Faded Alibi
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the mud of the valley floor into a slurry that sucked at the boots of the men who walked through it, and I remember thinking, as I dragged my pack up the slope toward the old stone farmhouse, that the weight of the ceramic shard in my pocket felt heavier than the rifle slung across my back, a dense, jagged thing...
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