The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The bread is dry. You know this. The crust has turned to stone, hard as the riverbed in winter. You hold it in your hand, the warmth of your palm seeping into the crumb. It is not enough. It was never enough. You are alone. The night is vast and black. The stars are cold pins in the dark cloth of the sky. You walk. Your boots strike the earth. Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound is your own heartbeat....

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