The Pale Tale
The ledger on my desk was empty, a stark white void that mocked the grey rain lashing against the station window. I am Thomas, a border patrol officer for fifteen years, and the only thing keeping me from the edge is the expiration date on my daughter Elara’s medical aid, which runs out in three days. My back ached, a deep, grinding pain from the last time I had to drag a man across the...
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