The Faded Alibi
The storm did not arrive with the gentle, mournful grace that the old poets had promised, but rather it struck the village of Oakhaven like a hammer blow to the spine of the earth, shattering the silence of the afternoon and reducing the carefully tended orchard to a chaotic sea of bruised fruit and splintered wood. Thomas Alder stood in the center of the devastation, his hands still raised as...
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