The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The wind in the badlands did not howl; it scraped, a dry, metallic sound that seemed to strip the skin from the bones of the earth. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and for the first time in twelve years of service with the Border Patrol, I was running not to catch, but to survive the accusation of a crime I had not committed. My left eye burned, a hot, golden brand behind the iris that...

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