The Golden Circuit

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March 12 I am forty-two, a border patrol sergeant, and I am scrubbing the grime from my badge. The metal is cold, heavy in my palm, a small disc of authority that no longer feels like mine. I want to clear my name after the incident at the Gate. The Commissioner sits across from me, a man who smells of lavender and rot, his fingers drumming on the mahogany desk. He tells me I am "resting." He...

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