The Distant Garden
The drive to the bunker was a monologue of static, the radio dead since Reno, the Nevada heat pressing against the windshield like a palm trying to push you back into the shade. You are Elias Thorne, a federal marshal who has spent the last decade chasing ghosts through the cracks of the law, and today the ghost has a name, a face, and a concrete room waiting for you in the middle of nothing....
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