The Pale Protocol
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the silence in the back of the ambulance was so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing against the inside of Marcus’s skull. He sat with his hands folded on his knees, the leather of his gloves squeaking softly with every shallow breath he took, a sound that seemed obscenely loud in the hollowed-out quiet of the vehicle. Outside, the grey wash...
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