The Faded Masquerade
The heat wave hit Elias Thorne like a physical blow, bending the horizon into a liquid smear of gold and bruised purple. He was forty years old, a border patrol agent with twenty-two years of service, and he was currently standing in the middle of a shimmer that did not belong to the desert. The Masquerade Incident had been six months ago. Six months since he had pulled the trigger on a man who...
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