The Faded Alibi
The frost was a living thing, a pale and brittle skin stretched tight over the fields of Oakhaven, and it shattered under the weight of Elias’s boots with a sound like breaking teeth. He moved through the morning mist, a figure composed of shadows and shivering breath, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the first light was bleeding into the sky. The village below was silent, the chimneys dark,...
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