The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The mist does not roll in. It seeps. It climbs the valley walls like a slow, gray tide, swallowing the pine line, the fence posts, and finally the edge of the patrol station. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a border patrol officer with six years of service and a jaw that has not relaxed in months. Your hands are steady as you pour coffee, black and bitter, into a ceramic mug. The mug is...

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