The Wistful Dinner

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The wiper blade of the patrol truck scraped against the fog, a dry, rhythmic hiss that cut through the silence of the cabin, while Elias Thorne’s hand, steady despite the tremor in his knees, adjusted the steering wheel to keep the vehicle on the narrow dirt track that wound through the dense, breathing dark of the Pacific Northwest. He was forty-five years old, a border patrol agent of...

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