The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mist in the highlands did not drift; it pressed against the skin like a wet wool blanket, cold and suffocating, swallowing the jagged peaks of the border range in a grey silence that felt less like weather and more like the breath of something ancient and indifferent. I was thirty-four years old, a sergeant of the Border Patrol, and my lungs had begun to betray me three weeks prior, a...

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