The Wistful Mirror

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud around the old mill into a slurry that sucked at my boots with every step. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border patrol captain with twenty years of service etched into the scars of my knuckles and the stiffness of my spine. My pension is not a number on a paper; it is the only thing standing between me and the destitute nothing that...

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