The Distant Promise
Chapter One "You're telling me the pension is gone," I said, my voice sounding thin in the damp air of the station office, the smell of wet wool and old ink hanging heavy over the linoleum. "That my twenty years of service at the border, counting every coin, filing every report, is just gone?" Chief Valdez didn’t look up from his desk. He was sorting through a stack of forms, his fingers moving...
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