The Pale Protocol
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the edges of the city, blurring the distinction between the wet asphalt and the stone facades until the world became a single, breathing entity of slate and shadow. You are standing in the atrium of the Ministry, a space so vast it feels less like a building and more like a cathedral to bureaucracy, where the air...
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