The Faded Alibi
The train crossed the border at dawn, the steel wheels humming a low, persistent note against the sleep of the passengers. Elias Thorne sat by the window, watching the gray fields of the continent he had left behind dissolve into a mist that looked suspiciously like the fog rolling off the Thames. He was thirty-four, a man who had spent the last decade in a quiet, provincial university in...
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