The Wistful Mirror

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The wind off the border river did not howl so much as it grumbled, a low, persistent thrum that Elias Thorne felt in his molars as he drove the patrol vehicle along the rutted track of the northern route, the dashboard clock ticking away the final hours of his twenty-year tenure. He was forty-two, a number that felt less like an age and more like a verdict, and his hands, steady enough to pull...

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