The Faded Alibi
The rain had not stopped for three days, and it was this relentless, gray weeping of the sky that finally broke the spirit of the boy, who had been walking north along the shoulder of the interstate for forty hours. His name was Arthur, though he had not spoken it aloud in weeks, and his feet were swollen, wrapped in strips of torn sheet that had long since lost their whiteness and now clung to...
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