The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The frost on the windowpane of the constable’s office was thick as old lichen, and you wiped it away with a sleeve that smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco, watching the breath of the village hang in the air like a ghost that refused to leave. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years of age, and for the last seven years you have worn the badge of Oakhaven, a hamlet so small that the church...

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