The Wistful Dinner

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The deed of sale sat in your left hand, the paper stiff with the damp that always clings to the Thorne estate in late November, while your right hand gripped the brass doorknob, the metal cold enough to burn the skin through your glove. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border patrol agent with nineteen years of service and a pension that would vanish if you did not retire before the winter...

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