The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain hammered against the windowpane, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that drowned out the rest of the city. Inside the small, rented room above the bakery on 4th Street, Elias stood before the mirror. He was not looking at his face. He was looking at the space where his face should have been, the hollowed-out architecture of his own identity. His hands shook, not from the cold, but from...

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