The Distant Blade
The mirror broke in the dream, not with a crash, but with a sigh. Elias Thorne woke with the sound still ringing in his molars, a low, metallic hum that tasted of copper and cold earth. He was forty-two, a border patrol sergeant with twenty years of service etched into the lines around his eyes, but the agency had already filed him as a liability. The incident at the ridge three days ago had...
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