The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The log entry is dated. The ink is black, the hand steady, though the paper crinkles with the damp of the desert morning. Elias Thorne, fifty-two, Border Patrol Agent, Class II. He writes of the fog. It sits on the asphalt like a wet wool blanket, thick and gray, erasing the horizon. His lungs ache, a dull, persistent fire behind the ribs. He has emphysema. The doctor said three years, maybe...

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