The Distant Whispers
The radio dial clicked through static, a dry, skeletal sound that Elias Thorne counted as he adjusted the frequency, his left hand trembling so violently that the plastic knob slipped between his fingers twice before he secured it. He was thirty-four years old, a senior agent for the border patrol, and he had seven days to catch the man known as The Whisperer to secure his promotion to district...
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