The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it was erased, dissolving into the gray mist that hung over the moor like a shroud pulled tight against a face. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the slick, black earth, watching the horizon where the land simply ceased to exist and the sea began its endless, indifferent churn. He was a man who had spent forty years running from...
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