The Faded Alibi
The mist does not rise. It waits. You know this because you have spent three years watching it from the ridge above the Kestrel Valley, a border patrol agent in the grey highlands of 1998. Your name is Elias Thorne. You want your name cleared. The botched raid last month left a suspect dead, a man named Kovic, pinned against the rocks by a bullet that was not yours, or so the initial report...
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