The Pale Protocol
The ink of the final letter had not yet dried on the parchment of the mind, for Sergeant Elias Thorne did not write with a pen, but with the heavy, rhythmic beating of a heart that had long since forgotten how to rest, and as he stood at the precipice of the Gray Shore, the place where the ocean did not meet the sky but merged into a single, suffocating sheet of mist, he felt the weight of the...
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