The Pale Protocol
The phone rang at 3:14 AM. I didn't answer. I just sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets tangled around my ankles, listening to the shrill, mechanical scream cut through the silence of the apartment. It rang six times. Then it stopped. The silence that followed was heavier than the noise. It pressed against my eardrums, a physical weight, thick and cold. I picked it up. The screen was black....
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