The Distant Affair
The ink on the appeal letter is still wet when you fold it, the fibers of the cheap government paper tearing slightly along the crease, a small, physical failure that mirrors the structural rot you have begun to suspect in the institution that employs you. You are Elias Thorne, Sergeant of the Border Patrol, and your hands, which have held rifles and ledger books for twelve years, tremble as...
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