The Faded Alibi
The rain fell in sheets, turning the mud into a thick, black paste that sucked at our boots. I walked behind Thomas. He was tall, a shadow of a man in his grey coat, his shoulders hunched against the cold. He did not look back. I knew he could feel my gaze, a physical weight pressing against his spine. We had been walking for three days. The forest was old, the pines twisting like arthritic...
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