The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fog did not roll in; it sat, heavy and white, pressing against the wire fence like a held breath. I stood on the other side, my boots sinking into the mud that had frozen over the night. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border patrol sergeant with twenty years of service and a pension that felt like a noose waiting to be tightened. I wanted to catch the smuggler who had killed my brother, a...

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