The Faded Alibi
The road to the High Pass was not a path but a wound in the earth, a jagged tear of grey stone and dead heather that wept black mud into the stream below, and I had walked it so many times in my mind that I could feel the grit under my boots before my feet ever touched the ground, a phantom sensation of friction and damp that clung to the soles of my memory like a second skin, and as I stood at...
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