The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray veil that blurred the edges of the pine forest and made the mud on the road look like wet charcoal, and I stood there with my boots sinking deeper into the sludge with every step I tried to take, feeling the weight of the wool coat on my shoulders not as warmth but as a heavy, damp anchor dragging me toward the earth, while...
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