The White Line Saga

There is a white line beneath a luxury resort in a Peruvian valley, and beneath that line lies something the world has chosen not to see. It is not a secret: it is an account.

Someone opened it long ago. Ever since, each generation has chosen to defer it, paying for the extension with the only currency the account accepts: people.

Each volume stands alone; together they rebuild a single ledger: the record of those who kept the names when the world removed them.