The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fern on Elias Thorne’s desk had not been watered in three days, its fronds curling inward like fists, a withered green thing that mirrored the slow suffocation of the room around him. He was forty-five, a border patrol agent with twenty-two years of service, and he wanted nothing more than to collect his pension and drive home to Clara, whose silence had become a physical weight he carried...

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