The Faded Frontier

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The rifle was heavy, the wood slick with sweat as Jose Robles aimed it at the corner of the laundry room, where the steam had pooled into a shape that looked like a man. He did not fire. He was a beach inspector, not a soldier, and the only thing he was supposed to be inspecting was the rent-to-own contract for the cottage at thirty-one of Stonecutter Alley, which he had brought with him in a...

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