The Faded Alibi
You wake in the dust of a road that does not appear on any map, the air tasting of copper and old rain, your body a map of bruises that bloom and fade with the rhythm of your breathing, a sensation so profound it eclipses the memory of the gun in your hand and the scream of the boy who was not a boy but a mirror of your own fractured past, standing there in the middle of the nowhere with his...
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