The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The server hummed. It was a low, predatory thrum that vibrated in the teeth of Arthur Penhaligon. He pressed his forehead against the cold glass of the terminal. His reflection stared back, hollow-eyed, pale. The code scrolled past him like rain on a windowpane. He was a junior systems administrator. A cog. A gear in the vast, grinding machine of Veridion Corp. The air smelled of ozone and...

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