The Wistful Mountain
The resignation letter lay on the metal desk, its edges curling slightly from the damp air, waiting for the signature that would sever Elias Thorne from the Border Patrol after fourteen years of service. He held the pen, a standard government-issue ballpoint that cost forty cents, but his hand hovered, trembling not from the cold but from the weight of the finality he was about to impose upon...
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