The Faded Alibi
The salt flats stretched out like a sheet of dirty linen, blinding in the midday sun. Elias Thorne, twelve years old and thin as a reed, walked with his head down, counting the steps to keep his mind from wandering into the dark places. His father, Dr. Arthur Thorne, coughed beside him, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to come from the ground itself. They were exiles, cast out by the Medical...
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