The Faded Alibi
The bell tolled. One stroke. Then silence. Elias stood at the gate. The iron was cold. It bit his fingers. He looked back. The house was dark. He turned. He walked. The air was thick. Fog rolled in. It swallowed the road. Elias moved fast. His boots struck the mud. Squelch. Squelch. He did not stop. He could not stop. He was a man of questions. That was his trade. For twenty years, he had...
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