The Pale Protocol
The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a cold, wet static that coated the windows of the observation deck in a film of grey. I sat with my back to the glass, feeling the vibration of the engines in the soles of my bare feet, a low hum that seemed to resonate in the marrow of my bones. It was a strange kind of silence, this one. Not the absence of sound, but the presence of a held...
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