The Pale Protocol
The letters began on a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, for the days had started to bleed into one another like watercolors left out in the rain, and Margaret sat in the window seat of her small, damp office at the Community Health Clinic, holding a pen that refused to leave a mark on the paper, as if the ink had dried up not from age but from the sheer weight of the silence pressing against...
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