The Faded Alibi
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray mist that seeped into the pores of the earth and the bones of the men who walked it, and you stood at the edge of the moor with your hands deep in the pockets of your heavy wool coat, the fabric stiff with damp and the weight of the evidence you carried not in your briefcase but in the hollow ache of your chest. You were the...
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