The Golden Mirror
Thorne. The name cut through the static of the radio, sharp as a wire drawn across a drumhead. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border patrol officer with twenty years of service etched into the lines around your eyes and the ache in your left knee. You want only one thing: to clear your name after the incident at the river crossing, where the mud swallowed the evidence and the Bureau...
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