The Pale Protocol
You are dead. No. You are not. You are writing. The pen scratches. The paper waits. You are Dr. Elias Thorne. You are in a van. The van is moving. The road is straight. The sky is gray. You are driving. Your hands are steady. Your heart is not. You look at the passenger seat. It is empty. It is always empty. But you feel him. You feel the weight of his silence. You feel the cold air of his...
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