The Distant Temple
The release form sat on the metal table, the paper yellowed at the corners, and your finger hovered over the signature line. The air in the detention center’s administrative office was stale, recycled through ducts that hummed a low, persistent note. You were Elias Thorne, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service, and you wanted only one thing: to bring your estranged wife, Mara, home...
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