The Faded Alibi
The train rattled through the valley of the Ouse, a skeletal thing of iron and steam, carrying me toward the town of Millhaven. I was a man of the law, a constable of the old guard, my uniform pressed to a sharpness that seemed to vibrate with the tension of the journey. In my pocket, my fingers wrapped around a single, rectangular piece of cardboard. It was not a ticket, nor a letter. It was a...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 3 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen