The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The fog in the marshlands did not roll in; it sat, a heavy, grey wool that smelled of rot and diesel. I was huddled in the back of the patrol car, the engine ticking as it cooled, watching the waterline disappear into the mist. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a border patrol agent with a concrete want that has outgrown my salary: a promotion. I need it to buy a house for Clara, my sister, who...

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