The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The mud was cold. It soaked through Elias’s boots, a heavy, gray sludge that smelled of iron and old rain. He held the rifle with both hands, his knuckles white, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Across the trench, the enemy line was a blur of smoke and motion. Bullets whined past his ear, tearing chunks of earth from the parapet. Elias did not flinch. He had stopped flinching years...

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