The Faded Alibi
The fog clung to the valley like a shroud, thick and grey, swallowing the cobbled road whole. Elara walked with her eyes downcast, her boots striking a steady, rhythmic beat against the wet stones. She was returning home. The journey had been long, a silent pilgrimage through the industrial haze that choked the sky above the town of Oakhaven. The factories belched their black smoke into the low...
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