The Wistful Witness
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the paper brittle with the dust of the high desert, and it broke you before you had even finished reading the first line. You were Elias Thorne, a border marshal of twenty years, and for the past six months your singular, consuming desire had been to secure the pardon of your brother, Silas, who was dying in a federal prison for a murder you knew with the...
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