The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain against the glass of the infirmary window was not merely water; it was a static charge, a hiss of white noise that erased the world outside into a smear of gray and rust. You sat in the corner, your knees drawn up to your chest, the damp wool of your trousers clinging to your skin with the cold, persistent weight of a secret. The building was old, a Victorian skeleton of iron and brick...

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