The Distant Summer

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2026-08-24 06:11:00 -

The requisition form for the incinerator permit lay on the steel table, its edges curling slightly in the dry, heated air of the warehouse. Elias Thorne stared at the signature line, the pen in his hand feeling heavier than it had that morning. He was thirty-two years old, a border patrol agent with twelve years of service logged against his name, and he needed this pension more than he needed...

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