The Wistful Throne

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Hold the line, Elias. Do not move until I say so. Sergeant Miller’s voice came through the static of the radio, tinny and thin, barely distinguishable from the wind that was beginning to scour the northern ridge. It was November 1912. I had been a border patrol officer for six years, long enough to know the specific weight of a wool coat when the damp got into the seams, and long enough to know...

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