The Pale Protocol
The letter was short. It was also the first time I had written down what had happened. My hand shook. The ink bled into the paper. It looked like a bruise. I am Major Elias Thorne. I am not a soldier anymore. I am a ghost in a house that does not exist. Or perhaps the house exists and I do not. I cannot tell. The walls breathe. The floorboards sigh. It started with the coat. No. It started...
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