The Faded Alibi
The rain slicked the asphalt of Mill Creek into a mirror that held only the reflection of the streetlamps and the bruised sky. Silas Thorne stood at the edge of the town square, his boots heavy with the mud of a decade he had tried to outrun. He was a man composed of sharp angles and quiet regrets, a private investigator who had traded the grand illusions of the city for the suffocating...
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