The Distant Metropolis

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The glass was heavy, cut crystal with a rim that caught the overhead lights, and Elias Thorne held it by the stem with a grip that had long since become a reflex rather than a choice. The banquet hall of the Department’s headquarters smelled of roasted turkey and floor wax, a cloying mixture that sat in the back of his throat like a bad taste. Around him, the officers of the Border Patrol’s...

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