The Pale Protocol
The pill was blue, the size of a large lentil, and it sat in my palm like a cold, hard eye. I turned it over, watching the light catch the faint, iridescent sheen on its surface. It was a thing of pure utility, a small machine for the body, yet in this place, it felt like a relic of a world I had left behind. I am Thomas Bradshaw, and I have been the Warden of the Quiet for forty years, or...
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