The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grief that soaked into the wool of your cloak and settled deep into the marrow of your bones. You stood at the edge of the stone bridge, watching the river below carve its silent path through the dark mud. It was the hour before dawn, that thinning of the world where the boundary between the living and the dead grows most...

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