The Golden Downtown
The tower was always golden, and it was always breaking. Elias Thorne woke with the grit of its dust in his teeth, the metallic taste of a lie still coating his tongue. He was forty-two, a border patrol agent with twelve years of service, and he had exactly nine days left to secure the promotion to Sector Chief. The want was simple, a concrete thing he could hold in his mind: the chair, the...
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