The Distant Summer

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The hum is in the wall. It is a low, metallic thrum, like a transformer left running in the basement, and it only gets louder when I lie. I am forty-two years old, and my name is Thomas Bradshaw. I work for Border Patrol. Three days ago, my sister, Elena, died of a heart attack in her sleep. I have not told my supervisor, David Ashworth, that I am attending her funeral. I am telling him I am...

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