The Wistful Crossroads

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The cold bit into Elias Thorne’s knuckles, a sharp, physical reminder that the world was made of hard, indifferent things, as he held the heavy canvas bag against his chest, the morphine tablets inside rattling with a sound like dry bones. He was thirty-four years old, a border patrol officer with twelve years of service etched into the lines of his face, and he was walking the desolate,...

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