The Distant Summer
The weight of the badge is three ounces, a cold square of brass that sits heavy against your chest like a stone in a pocket. You have counted the hours since you last checked the structural integrity reports, four hours, five hours, the numbers stacking up in the grey light of the sub-basement office. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a border patrol agent who wants the promotion before the...
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