The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The hand of Sergeant Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and mapped with the grey scars of old burns, was already moving before his eyes opened, twisting the wristwatch on his left arm to check the time. It was 0400, the hour when the concrete of the barracks seemed to contract in the cold, and the recurring dream was fading into the grey light of the window. In the dream, the foxglove had always...

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