The Faded Alibi
The iron bit of the spear slid into the wet earth with a sound like a bone snapping, and I felt the vibration of the strike travel up through the calloused skin of my hand, a cold, electric thread that connected my knuckles to the marrow of my wrist, and I knew then, with a clarity that felt like a physical blow, that the man I had just struck was not the enemy I had been sent to hunt, but a...
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