The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The dream was always the same: a field of white poppies swaying in a wind that smelled of sulfur and iron, their petals trembling like the wings of dying moths. I woke with the taste of ash in my mouth, the heavy, metallic tang of a time that had already passed, and reached for the hand that was no longer there. It was the morning of the inspection, the day the Commission would decide if the...

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