The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey and relentless curtain that blurred the boundaries between the earth and the sky, turning the moor into a churning sea of peat and mud where the wind howled through the heather like the breath of a dying god, and you stood there, your boots sinking into the cold mire, the weight of the iron key in your hand feeling less like a tool of...
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