The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain in El Paso has a specific weight, a cold, metallic persistence that soaks into the wool of my uniform and settles in the bones, a sensation I have known for twenty years as the price of standing between the world and its chaos. I am forty-two years old, a border patrol agent, and I have spent the last six hours walking the perimeter of Sector 4, my hand resting instinctively on the...

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