The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the tin roof of the bus stop, a rhythmic, monotonous tap that sounded like a clock counting down to nothing. Clara sat on the wet bench, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her shoes were ruined, the leather soft and brown with mud. She held a glass vial in her hands. It was small, no longer than her thumb. Inside, a single drop of...

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