The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The fever broke on a Tuesday, but the hunger remained, a hollow ache that no amount of broth could fill. Margaret Holloway sat in the corner of the infirmary ward at St. Jude’s Industrial Hospital, her hands resting on the cold iron bedframe, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that pierced the heavy velvet curtains. The air smelled of carbolic acid and damp wool, a scent...

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