The Faded Alibi
The rain in the coal fields did not wash things clean. It only made the dirt slicker, turning the earth into a brown paste that clung to the boots of the men who walked the ridge. Silas Vane walked the ridge. He walked because his left leg was a thing of memory now, stiff and aching, a bone that remembered the iron bar of the cell and the weight of the chain. It was a constant companion, this...
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