The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The sky tore open. Rain lashed the windshield. Hard. Cold. It felt like gravel. I gripped the wheel. My knuckles white. The truck groaned. The mud pulled at the tires. We were on the ridge. High up. The valley below was a soup of grey and black. I am a man of the border. Not by birth. By choice. By duty. My name is Elias Thorne. I have served twenty years. I have seen things that do not wash...

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