The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain fell on the valley like a grey shroud. It had not stopped for three days. The air smelled of wet stone and old rot. In the village of Oakhaven, people did not look at the sky. They looked at the ground. They looked at their neighbors. They looked at the door of the house on the hill. Miles stood on the porch. He held a lantern in one hand. His other hand gripped the railing until his...

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