The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The jeep’s engine ticked. It was the only sound. Outside, the mist clung to the valley floor like wet wool. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the back. He held his rifle. The wood was cold. His knuckles were white. He did not breathe. The air was still. It smelled of damp earth and diesel. The radio crackled. A static hiss. Then a voice. It was calm. It was bureaucratic. It said that the perimeter...

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