The Golden Downtown

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The coffee cup cracked in my hand before the first sip ever touched my lips. It was a plain ceramic mug, chipped at the rim from a year of use, but as my fingers tightened around it, the clay turned to gray powder, slumping through my knuckles like wet sand. I am Elias Thorne, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service, and I have been dying for three months. The sickness is not a name...

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