The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain on the glass was not water, but a slow, viscous exudation from the sky itself, a grey membrane sealing the windowpane against the world. Margaret Holloway pressed her forehead against the cold surface, her breath creating a fleeting, white ghost that dissipated before it could form words. She was driving. Or rather, she was moving through a tunnel of time that had collapsed into a...

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