The Distant Blade
Elias Thorne woke with the taste of chalk dust in his mouth, the dry, gritty sensation of limestone grinding against the soft tissue of his tongue, a phantom pain that lingered long after the dream of Mara standing in the crumbling stone arch of their abandoned homestead had dissolved into the gray light of his small, rented office. He was a border patrol officer, a man who had spent two...
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