The Distant Affair

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The wind was a physical thing, a wall of ice that pressed against my chest and stole the warmth from my bones. I stood on the precipice of the Blackwood Ridge, my boots digging into the loose scree, my left knee throbbing with a dull, persistent heat that had no business being there at this altitude. I was thirty-two years old, a border patrol officer with the Corps, and I needed this summit. I...

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