The Faded Alibi
Chapter One The delta region churned with the dry, preserving cold of a late winter that refused to yield, a landscape of fire-scarred pine barrens stretching toward a horizon that offered no shelter, and in the midst of this desolate, bureaucratic sprawl, I stood at the threshold of the trailer park under the single, flickering light that served as the only marker of our existence. I was Văn...
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