The Golden Crossing

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The brass buckle on your father’s belt hums against your hip, a low, vibrating thrum that you feel in your teeth before you hear it with your ears. It is a sound like a tuning fork struck in an empty church, and it has not stopped since you stepped onto the mud of the border river at midnight. You are Elias Thorne, a border patrol officer of thirty-four years, and your lungs burn with the cold...

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