The Faded Alibi
The rain in Millhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent, gray mist that seeped into the bones of the old stone buildings and the hearts of the men who kept them, and it was in this damp, suspended silence that Elias Thorne stood before the cracked mirror in the back room of his watchmaking shop, watching his own reflection shiver with a tremor that had nothing to do with the...
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