The Wistful Throne

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The light in the precinct’s main corridor was the color of old dishwater, a flat, yellowish haze that clung to the dust motes dancing in the air. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his reflection ghosting against the glass, and watched the rain streak the pane in irregular, hurried lines. He was forty-five years old, a border patrol inspector with twenty-two years of service etched into the deep...

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