The Wistful Mirror
Chapter One Xochitl Bermudez, thirty-two, a border warden with a pension fund raided by the state, stood in the mud of the checkpoint, her uniform soaked to the bone. The High Commissioner, a man whose name was always spoken in the low, careful tones reserved for things that might break, ordered me to execute the refugee. The boy was twelve, no more, holding a glyph that pulsed with a heat...
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