The Distant Legend

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The ink in the logbook was still wet when I signed my name, the tip of the pen scratching a final, dry line across the paper. It was 1994, and my knees had begun to protest the humidity of the desert floor, a dull, grinding ache that whispered of retirement and the pension check that would keep the oxygen tanks running for Margaret. I was forty years old, a sergeant in the border patrol, and I...

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