The Distant Legend

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The boot laced tight, the leather creaking against the bone of my ankle, and I was awake before my hand even left the hem of the sheet. I was forty-two, a border patrol sergeant, and I wanted to clear my name before my pension vested. The system opposed me; my superiors had buried my report on the "ghost" sightings at the northern gate. The uncanny element was the heron: it appeared only in my...

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