The Wistful Incense

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The engine of the Ford F-150 coughed, a dry, rattling sound that matched the throb in Elias Thorne’s left temple. He was forty-two, though the mirror in the rearview showed a man who had aged a decade in the last five. His badge, a brass star tarnished by sweat and rust, sat on the dashboard like a dead insect. He was not a savior. He was a sergeant in the Border Patrol, a man who enforced...

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