The Faded Masquerade

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The mud of the riverbank sucked at your boots as you dragged the body of the smuggler through the reeds, the weight of him dead and heavy against your shoulder, a burden that felt less like a victory and more like a confession you were forcing down the throats of the men watching from the ridge. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a border patrol officer who had spent the last decade...

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