The Distant Summer
The dream is always the same, a brittle, silver fracture in the dark that Elias Thorne wakes to the sound of breaking, though there is nothing in the room but the silence of the border and the hum of the generator outside. He is thirty-four years old, a sergeant with the Border Patrol, and for the last six months he has been haunted by the image of a small, oval locket shattering into three...
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