The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain against the window of the border patrol outpost sounded like static, a white noise that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the slow erosion of his own relevance. He sat in the sparse office, the only light coming from the desk lamp that hummed with a low, electric grief, and stared at the leather belt coiled on the blotter. It was worn thin at the buckle, the leather darkened by...

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