The Faded Alibi
The train had been running on schedule for three days, a rhythmic, metallic heartbeat that seemed to vibrate up through the soles of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s boots and settle deep in the marrow of his bones, a steady, unyielding pulse that mirrored the frantic, arrhythmic beating of his own heart as he sat across from his wife, Martha, in the dimly lit, carpeted silence of their private...
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