The Faded Alibi
The rain fell upon the moor with a persistence that seemed less like weather and more like a judgment, a gray, sludgy curtain that erased the horizon and swallowed the tracks of the horse and cart that had been the last visible proof of the soldier’s existence in the waking world of men. Captain Elias Thorne did not look at the mud, nor did he look at the bruised, purple sky, but his eyes,...
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