The Faded Alibi
You wake in the mud. Cold. Wet. The taste of copper in your mouth. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne. You know this because the pain in your left knee tells you. You broke it in the valley. You fixed it with wire and grit. Now it throbs. A dull, red pulse. The sky is gray. Not a cloud. Just a smear. Like wet paint. You stand. The wire pulls. You grit your teeth. You do not scream. You are a...
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