The Pale Letter
The rain hammers the tin roof of the outpost, a relentless, rhythmic assault that drowns out your own heartbeat. You sit at the desk, the resignation letter before you, your hand trembling so violently the pen scratches jagged, meaningless lines across the paper. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service, and you are about to sign your own erasure. The...
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