The Pale Protocol
Chapter One Every border is a lie that holds the ground together, and the Pale Protocol was no exception. It ran along the edge of the Arellano property, a faint, worn line in the soil that whispered Guadalupe’s name only when she lied. She was twelve, and she had learned to speak in truths to keep the earth quiet. Her father, Mateo, sat at the kitchen table, the GPS unit before him displaying...
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