The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain on the fence line did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and old blood. Elias Thorne adjusted the strap of his tactical vest, the nylon digging into his shoulders, and watched the perimeter sensors flicker red on his wrist-mounted display. He was thirty-four years old, a border patrol agent with six months of service in this sector, and his...

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