The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain does not fall so much as it is hurled, a horizontal lash that blurs the boundary between the grey mud of the road and the grey sky above. You are running, though your lungs burn with the effort of a man who has forgotten how to breathe air. In your left hand, clutched against your chest with a desperation that feels almost religious, is the silver locket. It is cold, heavier than it...

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