The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

I dream of the thread. It is white. It is thin. It cuts. I wake. The loom is still. The city sleeps. I am old. My hands are not mine. They are wood. They are wire. They are the tool. This is a letter to no one. It is a diary of the end. The date is fixed. The day is named. I do not write it. I know it. It is the Day of the Assize. The court will come. The judge will sit. He will look at me. He...

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