The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The gold watch sat in my palm, heavy as a lead brick, its face ticking with a sound like grinding teeth. I was holding it in the locker room of the Border Patrol station, the fluorescent lights buzzing a low, sick note that vibrated in my fillings, and I was supposed to be packing my bags for a clean retirement. Twenty-two years of service, of freezing mornings on the ridge and chasing shadows...

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