Chloe was trembling. “This isn’t a preserve. It’s a tomb.”
“That’s the truth of the URAP,” Lena said softly. “We don’t restore the land. The land restores the truth. And the truth is, we are capable of anything.” Chloe was trembling
“URAP,” she said, shouting over the drumming on the corrugated roof of their jeep. “Unidad de Restauración y Administración del Patrimonio. That’s the government’s official name for it.” we are capable of anything.” “URAP
