The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that blurred the edges of the world into a uniform, wet softness. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat alone in the driver’s seat of the idling truck, his hands resting loosely on his knees, watching the mist curl around the rusted gate of the old manor. He had been assigned to this post, a remote stretch of moorland on the border...

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