The Faded Alibi
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the High Street into a slick, reflective mirror of the failing world above. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the St. Jude’s Chapel, his leather satchel heavy against his hip, watching the water bead on the ancient, crumbling stone of the east window. He had come for the final restoration,...
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