The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain does not fall so much as it is driven, a horizontal scourge that turns the moor into a churning sea of black peat and iron, and you stand at the edge of the drop, your boots sinking into the mud that smells of ancient, suffocated ferns, while the wind howls a low, mournful note through the heather that has been stripped bare by the season, and you are alone, truly alone, in a way that...

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