The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the industrial sprawl of the Blackwood District into a smear of iron and soot. Elias Thorne moved through the mist with the deliberate, heavy tread of a man who carried more than just his coat and his pistol. He was a detective, though the word felt thin, almost fraudulent, in the face of...
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