The Pale Protocol
You are hungry. Not the slow, hollow ache of a skipped meal. This is a scream. It lives in your teeth. It gnaws at the base of your skull. You are a scholar. You know the history of famine. You know the statistics. You know the caloric deficit required to break a man. You are breaking. You sit in the cellar. The stone is cold against your spine. Your brother, Julian, stands above you. He holds...
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