The Golden Circuit

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The cough starts before the sun clears the ridge. It is a wet, rattling thing, deep in the chest, like a stone dropped down a dry well. You hold your service jacket close to your chest, the wool worn thin at the elbows, the buttons fraying. It is the only thing you have left of your father. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border patrol officer with twenty years on the line. You want to keep...

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