The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The tremor began in Elias Thorne’s right index finger, a fine, high-frequency vibration that made his coffee cup rattle against the saucer with a sound like distant hail. He was forty-two, a senior border patrol agent with twenty years of service, and he had exactly three months before his next mandatory physical, the gatekeeper to his pension and his retirement. The agency’s medical board, a...

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