The Pale Tower
The letter lay on the kitchen table, the paper thin and yellowed at the edges, waiting for a signature that Elias Thorne had been postponing for three weeks. It was a standard form, a retirement packet from the Border Patrol, detailing his final years of service and the pension he had earned through twenty years of standing in the cold and watching the line. He picked it up, the weight of it...
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