The Golden Song
The champagne in Elias Thorne’s glass trembled, not from his hand, but from a low, subsonic hum that seemed to rise from the marble floor of the grand ballroom. At thirty-four, Elias was the youngest officer in the Border Patrol’s senior cohort, his uniform pressed to a razor’s edge, a testament to the discipline that had carried him this far. He wanted the promotion to Captain, a position that...
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