The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell on Oakhaven not as water, but as a heavy, grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and old rot. Elias Thorne stood on the porch, his boots squelching in the mud, watching his sister Mara load the last of their mother’s boxes into the back of her rusted pickup. He was thirty-four, a border patrol sergeant with a reputation for stubbornness that the men in the department had long since...

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