The Distant Affair
The dream was always the same, a viscous black fluid oozing from the joints of the cobblestones beneath the city’s feet. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, his heart hammering against his ribs with the irregular, desperate rhythm of a bird trapped in a cage. He was forty years old, a senior border patrol agent with twenty-two years of service, and he needed the promotion to...
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