The Faded Alibi
The willow tree in the center of the village square was dying, its branches thinning into a skeletal, gray web that trapped the fog and held it there like a prisoner refusing to let go. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands wrapped around the rough, peeling bark, feeling the slow, rhythmic pulse of the sap that was no longer rising, only receding. He was a man who had been stripped of his...
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