The Distant Nightmare
The fog on the Blackwood Range did not behave like weather; it behaved like a substance, thick and viscous, pressing against the reinforced glass of Elias Thorne’s patrol vehicle with a weight that defied meteorological explanation. Elias, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service etched into the graying temples of his face and a heart that had begun to stutter like a failing engine,...
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