The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hung. It was a grey, suspended membrane that turned the cobblestones into mirrors of the sky, reflecting the soot-streaked bell towers and the endless, churning smoke of the textile mills. For Thomas, the air tasted of iron and stale sugar, a flavor that had coated his teeth since he was seven years old. He walked with his head down, clutching a small,...

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