The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it intruded, a fine, metallic mist that seeped through the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s uniform and settled into the marrow of his bones. He sat in the corner of the outpost’s command room, the walls sweating condensation, and stared at the left hand that was no longer there. The stump, wrapped in bandages that had long since turned the color of dried blood,...
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