The Distant Affair

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The mud clung to your boots with a suction that felt personal, a sticky, cold weight pulling you down into the earth as you hauled the heavy oak crate across the threshold of the guardhouse. Your hands, raw and chapped from the November wind, trembled slightly, not from fear but from the sheer, aching effort of lifting timber that had not moved in years. You were Elias Thorne, a border patrol...

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