The Faded Frequency

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12 March 2024 "Did you file the incident report, Whitmore?" The question hung in the air, heavy and dry, smelling faintly of the stale coffee and toner that permeated the station house. I looked at Sergeant Miller, who stood by the window, his back to me, watching the fog roll in off the river. I was forty-two years old, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service, and I wanted nothing...

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