The Distant Clue
The letter sits on the corner of your desk, the paper crisp and white against the scarred wood, a stark accusation that demands your attention before you can even turn the key in the ignition of your patrol car. You have been a border patrol agent for twenty years, a span of time that has worn the rust off your bones and etched the map of the high desert into the topography of your face, but...
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