The Faded Masquerade
The coffee cup shatters before you can register the intent in your hand, the porcelain exploding into a starburst of white fragments that sink into the black liquid, a jagged mirror of the discipline you have spent thirty years cultivating. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two, a veteran of the border patrol whose final week is dictated by the rigid arithmetic of bureaucracy and the creeping,...
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