The Faded Alibi
Chapter One The valley floor held its breath under the weight of the pine forest, a sea of brown needles where the beetles had stripped the bark from every tree in the district, leaving the wood soft and rotting before the winter could even think of snow. It was the kind of silence that follows a long drought, dry and brittle, where the wind did not whistle but scraped against the windowpanes...
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