The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the marrow of his bones with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a slow, drowning embrace. He stood on the corner of 5th and Main, the city sprawling around him in a grid of wet asphalt and neon reflections, the headlights of passing taxis...
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