The Faded Alibi
The wind did not merely blow through the valley of Ashford but tore at it, a physical violence that stripped the bark from the ancient oaks and scoured the very stone of the chapel until it wept dust into the hungry air, while Thomas Bradshaw, standing at the precipice of his own dissolution, felt the cold not as a sensation of temperature but as a profound and absolute erasure of self, a...
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