The Golden Song
The ledger on the kitchen table had forty-three entries, each one a red subtraction that bled into the next, and Elias Thorne counted them twice before he realized his hands were shaking. He was a border patrol agent with twelve years of service and a pension that would start in six weeks, provided he survived the winter freeze without a single incident, and that was the only thing that...
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