The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain tapped a steady, monotonous code against the skylight. I did not look up. My hands were steady. They had to be. I was adjusting the calibration of the primary array, a task that required a precision bordering on the surgical. The air in the lab smelled of ozone and stale coffee. It was the smell of routine. It was the smell of safety. "Your vitals are spiking, Elias," I said. My voice...

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