The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The wire bit into the coyote’s shoulder. Elias Thorne knelt in the freezing mud, his knees cracking against the frozen earth, and watched the animal thrash. It was a pale thing, its fur matted with dirt and blood, mirroring the exhaustion that had settled into his own bones over the last three months. He was thirty-four years old, a border patrol agent with a decade of service, and he wanted...

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