The Wistful Skyline
Do you know the price of a conscience? I am Aisha Tamimi, thirty-two, a border patrol officer in the high desert, and I hold a cracked mirror shard in my left hand, a fragment of glass that reflects my face a second before I move. My superior, Major Kael, has dismissed my recent successful interdiction as "excessive zeal," planting the seed of institutional doubt in the dry soil of my career. I...
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