The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Thorne. The name was shouted by the wind, or perhaps by your own lungs, the air so thin and sharp it felt like swallowing broken glass. You were forty-two years old, a border patrol agent with twelve years of service and a pension that hung by a thread, a thread that would snap if you did not secure the arrest before the winter freeze set in for good. You wanted the pension. You wanted the...

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