The Wistful Saga
October 14, 2023 The concrete of the Hollow station does not merely stand; it looms, a brutalist slab of grey indifference rising from the flat, scrubby landscape of the borderlands, and I have parked my truck in the shadow of its eastern face to await the final hours of my career. I am forty-two years old, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service logged in a ledger that no longer...
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