The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the mud outside the outpost into a slick, black paste, and Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the supply room, his back against the cold brick, watching the door with the patience of a man who had forgotten how to sleep. He was forty-five, a border patrol agent with a reputation for methods that the department...

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