The Faded Portrait
The tribunal is in three days. You check your watch. 06:00. The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room buzz, a low, persistent hum that drills into the base of your skull. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a border patrol agent with twelve years on the line. You want to clear your name. You want to tell the board that the man who slipped through the gap in the fence was not...
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