The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The storm did not break; it simply ceased, leaving the valley of the River Ouse submerged in a silence so profound it felt less like peace and more like the held breath of a dying god. Arthur Penhaligon stood on the precipice of the ancient footpath, his fingers white-knuckled around the handle of his leather satchel, watching the mist roll in from the moorlands like a slow, gray tide. He was a...

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