The Golden Greenhouse
The rain hits the windshield of your patrol car in a rhythmic, deafening drumroll, blurring the gray sprawl of the city into a watercolor of indifference. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a border patrol officer with a spine that aches from the cold and a heart that beats in time with a dread you cannot name. Your sole desire, the only thing that keeps the machinery of your life...
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