The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain hits the mud with a rhythm that sounds like knuckles rapping on a door. You are running. The ground is soft, sucking at your boots, but you do not stop. You cannot stop. Behind you, the sound of the hunt is a low, grinding roar, a mechanical thing that does not breathe but consumes. Your father is dead. Or perhaps he is not dead, but he is gone, taken into the grey wall of fog that...

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