The Faded Frequency

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2026-08-24 09:34:38 -

March 12, 2024 The silver watch on my wrist is cracked, the spiderwebbing in the glass so dense it looks like frozen frost, and I hold it tight against my pulse as if I could keep the time inside from leaking out into the cold air of the station. I am forty-two years old, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service under my belt, and I want nothing more than to retire before my next...

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