The Wistful Silence
Chapter One Odette Lambert knew the cost of silence was higher than the rent on the flood-control channel, a dry, cracked strip of earth that smelled of old grass and the metallic tang of the north light which never quite set. She was thirty-four, a border patrol officer with a pension three months away, and she needed to survive the next week to see her sister’s anniversary pass without the...
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