The Golden Song
The letter from the Department of Human Resources lay on the desk, the paper thin and gray, the font small and impersonal. It was a notification of review, a polite threat wrapped in bureaucratic syntax. Elias Thorne read it twice, his thumb tracing the crease where the paper had been folded. He was thirty-two years old, a border patrol agent with eight years of service, and he needed the...
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