The Distant Legend

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The brass buckle of my belt felt cold against the skin of my hip, a hard, metallic bite in the freezing air. I gripped it until my knuckles whitened, the metal digging in, anchoring me to the ridge where the snow lay thick and unbroken. Below, the valley stretched out in a haze of grey mist, the timber line a jagged scar against the sky. I was Thomas Hale, border patrol officer, and I wanted...

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