The Distant Nightmare
The night train to Kettle Creek shudders through the dark, a steel ribcage groaning against the silence of the mountains, and you press your forehead against the cold glass, watching the headlights carve jagged wounds into the snow-covered pines. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a border patrol agent whose hands have learned the language of wire and rifle, but tonight they are useless,...
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