The Faded Alibi
The mud had turned the road into a slurry of brown paste, sucking at the heels of every man who tried to walk it. It was the kind of cold that did not just sit on the skin but burrowed into the bone, a silent, patient thief that stole the heat from the blood. Thomas Bradshaw walked with his head down, his eyes fixed on the ground ahead, watching his own feet struggle against the earth as if...
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