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2026-08-23 15:50:14 -

14 November 1912 The water is up to the floorboards. It smells of iron and rot, a thick, cloying scent that clings to the back of the throat. I am Elias Thorne, Captain of the Border Patrol, and I am standing in the cellar of the house my grandfather built, watching the mud eat the foundation stones. My right hand shakes. It has been shaking for three days, a tremor that starts in the wrist and...

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