The Pale Protocol
The first thing that happened was the silence, a heavy, white thing that settled over the Hall of Records before the glass even shattered. It was not a quiet of peace, but the held breath of a room where the air had suddenly forgotten how to move. I was sitting at my desk, the one with the chipped varnish on the left corner where I had once dropped a heavy brass paperweight, when the lights...
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