The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The wind off the salt flats tastes of rust and old pennies. You check your watch. 14:00. Two hours until the shift ends, two hours until the mandatory retirement that has been your only anchor for the last decade. You want the pension. You want the quiet of a small house with no alarms. You want to stop looking at the horizon. The Border Patrol Bureau does not care what you want. The Bureau...

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