The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fence line moved three feet to the east overnight. I measured it with my tape, the yellow plastic snapping back against the wet mud, and felt the cold seep through my boots. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border patrol agent, and I have spent the last six weeks trying to prove that the "ghost" haunting Sector 4 is a human smuggler, not a phantom. The department’s dismissal of my claims is...

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