The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The iron poker was heavy, and Elias Thorne gripped it until the knuckles turned white against the cold steel. He was forty-two, a border patrol officer with twenty years of service logged in a ledger that smelled of damp paper and mildew, and he needed this pension. It was the only thing that would keep the roof over his head once his heart finally gave out, a failing organ that beat in a slow,...

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