The Pale Protocol
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick mirrors of the sky, and I stood in the center of the town square, my coat soaked through to the skin, holding the small, cold vial of morphine in my left hand while my right hand trembled as I tried to adjust the collar of my uniform, a uniform that no longer fit me, not...
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