The Distant Summer
The letter lay on the dashboard, the paper thin and yellowed by the desert sun. Elias Thorne read it for the third time, his thumb tracing the signature of the Bureau Chief. His pension was approved. Effective immediately. He could leave. He could go home to Clara. The engine idled, a low rumble that vibrated through the steering wheel and into his bones, a sound he had learned to ignore over...
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