The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The morning the sirens finally stopped screaming, you were already three miles deep into the black pine forest, your shoes soaking through with the wet, rotting smell of the autumn earth, and you were holding the tin of aspirin in your left hand like it was the only holy relic left in the world, the lid sealed tight against the damp air, the white pills inside a small, hard, perfect promise...

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