The Golden Visit
The dust in the outpost kitchen was thick enough to taste, a dry grit that coated Elias Thorne’s tongue as he packed his service revolver into its leather case. He had ten years of border patrol service behind him, a decade of watching the sun rise over the same stretch of arid scrubland, and now he was leaving to secure his sister Mara’s medical care before her final diagnosis took hold. The...
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