The Wistful Letter
The storm broke against the cliff face with the force of a physical blow, shaking the foundations of the glass box you had built to keep the world at bay. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border patrol agent whose hands are steady only when they are gripping a weapon or a steering wheel, and right now they are gripping the frame of the front door, which is locked. You have been outside for...
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