The Faded River
Chapter One "You’re sure about the timing, June?" The smell of stale coffee and damp wool hung in the air of the staff canteen, a thick, cloying layer that coated the back of the throat. June Quimby adjusted the silver watch on his left wrist, the metal cold against the skin. It was a border patrol officer’s uniform, the fabric stiff with old sweat, and the heart monitor clipped to his collar...
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