The Faded Alibi
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it settled, a persistent, damp weight that seemed to seep into the bones of the town and its inhabitants. Elias Thorne sat alone in the precinct office, the door locked, the only light coming from a single bulb that buzzed with a low, electric hum. In his hands, he held the brass badge of his predecessor, a piece of metal that had once gleamed with the...
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