The Golden Crossing
The fog in Oakhaven does not roll in. It rises, thick and wet, smelling of iron and old rain. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a border patrol officer on the night shift. I want my pension. I want to be done. The only thing standing between me and a quiet retirement is the Ghost Runner, a smuggler who vanishes into the mist before I can lay a hand on him. My superior, Captain Halloway, told me to...
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