The Distant Temple

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The letter lay on the wet stone of the courtyard, its ink blurred by the relentless rain into a smear of black grief. Elias Thorne picked it up, his fingers numb from the cold, and read the single line scrawled in a hand he recognized with a shock that stopped his heart: *The debt is due.* He was forty years old, a border patrol officer with twenty years of service stitched into the seams of...

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