The Faded Frontier

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Chapter One The river mist does not lie. It is a fact of the air, as immutable as the black soil that stretches to the horizon, and it knows the weight of a man’s intent before he speaks a word. I stood at the toll bridge, the humidity swelling the wood of the gate until the hinges groaned like old men in pain. My name is Auguste Landry, and I was thirty years old, a border patrol officer whose...

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