The Distant Summer

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2026-08-24 00:01:42 -

I counted the stitches in the seam of my left glove, twelve in total, three of them frayed where the burn had scarred the skin beneath. It was a habit, a way to keep the hand busy so it wouldn’t shake. I was twenty-six, a border patrol officer, and I wanted to clear my name after the arrest in the valley that had gone wrong. The tremor was the opposing force; it lived in the tendons, a physical...

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