The Faded Alibi
The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that settled into the pores of the stone and the fabric of one’s coat, a dampness that seemed to originate less from the sky and more from the earth itself, rising up to claim what it had lost. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a municipal archivist whose life has narrowed to the precise, sterile...
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