The Distant Joke
The thermometer on the dashboard read twelve below zero, and you counted the hours left until retirement like counting out coins for a dead man’s funeral, each one cold and heavy in your palm. Elias Thorne, forty-two, twenty years of service, and the winter freeze was coming, the kind that turned the border into a white void where the law felt less like a shield and more like a suggestion. You...
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