The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-26 02:10:53 -

The form was already printed, a standard border patrol personnel evaluation, and I held it up to the fluorescent light of the station office, turning it so the ink caught the glare. It was a dry, cold morning, the kind that seeps into the joints before the sun has a chance to rise, and the paper felt brittle in my fingers, like something that had been dried out too long. I needed to sign it, to...

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