The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain had stopped, but the streets of Oakhaven still wept. Elara wiped the condensation from her visor, her breath fogging the glass in small, frantic puffs. She stood before the great iron gates of the Archive, the metal cold and unyielding against her palm. Inside, the silence was not empty. It was heavy, pressurized, a physical weight that settled in the marrow. She had been dreaming of...

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