The Golden Crossing

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The golden fog did not drift; it settled, a thick, viscous layer that smelled of rotting honey and ozone, swallowing the ancestral orchard of Elias Thorne before the sun had fully cleared the eastern ridge. Elias, forty-two and a captain of the Border Patrol, woke to the sound of his own lungs filling with something that was not air. He stood on the porch, the wood slick beneath his bare feet,...

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