The Faded Alibi
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, grey damp that settled into the bones of the stone houses and the spines of the men who lived there. Elias Thorne stood in the vestibule of the old library, his coat heavy with the water, watching the mud on the floor where the mourners had trod. He was forty-two, a man who had spent the last decade in the archives of a...
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