The Pale Protocol
The letter arrived on a morning when the fog had settled so thickly over the harbor that the masts of the ships looked like the ribcages of some drowned leviathan, floating in a white void. It was written on heavy, cream-colored paper, the ink a stark, clinical black, and it bore the seal of the Royal Medical Corps. Inside, the handwriting was precise, angular, devoid of any human warmth. It...
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