The Distant Blade
The wire cut into my palm, a thin red line that bled onto the rusted metal. I stood at the edge of the jurisdiction, the boundary fence separating the federal land from the town of Harrow, and watched the dust settle. Three days had passed since the incident, and the silence of the town was heavier than the air. I am Elias Thorne, a border patrol agent, and I am currently a stranger in my own...
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