The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

Guzmán Station hummed with the low, electric thrum of the transit hub, a concrete throat swallowing the morning crowd. Veronica Guzmán stood at the counter, her uniform crisp against the damp chill of the air, watching the line of commuters move like water through a narrow pipe. She was thirty-four, a border agent by trade, but today she was just a daughter trying to sign a piece of paper that...

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