The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The fog rolls in from the moor, thick as wool, tasting of iron and old rain. You are running. Your lungs burn, a sharp, bright pain that anchors you to your body. Behind you, the sound is not a footstep but a whisper, a sliding of wet stone against wet stone. It is the sound of your own breath, delayed. You do not look back. You know what looks back. You are twelve years old, or perhaps...

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