The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Chapter One The border does not end; it merely changes its texture. Esperanza Bermudez stood on the threshold of the San Ysidro adobe station, her boots sinking into the dry earth, and watched the pale chalk dust drift down from the crumbling eaves like a slow, silent snow. It was a fine, gritty powder that coated everything it touched, the linoleum of the small office, the peeling wallpaper of...

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