The Pale Protocol
You are standing in the atrium of the Institute, a place of glass and steel that breathes cold air into the lungs of every scholar who dares to enter, and you are losing the argument with your own reflection before you have even begun to speak. The glass panels that form the walls of the library are not merely windows but mirrors, polished to a terrifying clarity, and in them, you see not your...
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