The Pale Letter
March 14 The ink is drying on the form before I have finished signing it. My left hand shakes, a tremor that starts in the wrist and moves up the forearm. I am writing this from the outpost at Kettle Creek. The wind is howling outside, a low, constant moan that rattles the windowpanes. I am Elias Thorne, Border Patrol Agent, ID 4492. I am writing to clear my name. The Bureau says I failed to...
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