The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a cold, grey curtain that erased the boundary between the street and the living room of the house on Elm Street. You remember the sound of the shattering glass before you feel the wind bite your cheek, a sharp, percussive crack that stops the world in its tracks. It is the morning you find the letter, or rather, the object that was once a letter. It...

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