The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain hits the glass. Hard. Soft. Always. You sit in the chair. It is your chair. The wood is cold. You wear the coat. The gray wool. It smells of dust. And old smoke. And her. You cannot leave. You cannot move. The room is dark. The house is quiet. The clock ticks. One. Two. Three. Four. The pendulum swings. Left. Right. Left. Right. It does not stop. It will not stop. It cannot stop. You...

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