The Distant Threshold

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The stone gate crumbled in my sleep, its mortar turning to ash before my eyes. I woke with the taste of dust on my tongue and the cold sweat of a man who has seen his own end. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service and a pension that is slipping away through my fingers. I want to retire. I want to walk away before the next medical review...

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