The Distant Nightmare
Ernestina Bermudez was forty years old, a sergeant in the Border Patrol’s elite unit, and by 2024 my vision had degraded so badly that the world looked like a watercolor left in the rain. I drove my patrol car into the fog-choked town of San Luis, the tires hissing on the wet asphalt, seeking the "Ghost of the Valley," a local legend the bureau insisted was a hallucination, while my own failing...
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