The Faded Alibi
The wind in the valley did not howl; it whispered, a low, continuous friction against the limestone cliffs that surrounded the settlement of Oakhaven. For Elara, this sound was the rhythm of her life, a metronome that kept time with the slow decay of her lungs. She sat on the edge of the stone wall, her legs dangling over the precipice, and watched the mist rise from the river below. The mist...
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