The Distant Cartograph

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The digital clock on the nightstand read 04:12, a red glow that cut through the darkness like a fresh cut. You counted the hours since your last shift, twelve hours of sleepless vigilance, then the cost of the heating bill, forty-five dollars, then the rent, nine hundred, then the silence of the house where your wife used to sit. You are Elias Thorne, a border patrol agent with twenty years of...

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