The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

I dream of sugar. It falls like snow. White and cold. It clogs the gears. I am seven. I am in the lab. The air smells of ozone and rot. Dr. Aris stands by the glass. He wears a white coat. It is always white. He holds a vial. The liquid is clear. He says, "Drink." I do not drink. I watch him. He smiles. The smile is wide. It does not reach his eyes. I am afraid. The fear is a stone in my...

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