The Wistful Throne

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The air in the banquet hall tastes of stale wine and ozone, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and refuses to clear. You stand in the center of the room, your boots sinking slightly into a carpet that looks like crushed velvet but feels like wet mud, and you are Elias, a thirty-four-year-old border patrol officer who has spent the last six months staring at the gray line of the...

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