The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the single, frosted pane of the window, a relentless, gray thumb smearing the view of the world outside. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and stale coffee, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He sat at the heavy oak desk, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, vibrating intensity of...

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