The Pale Protocol
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with wax the color of dried blood, the only object in the sterile white room that possessed any kind of texture. Margot had been holding it for three days, turning it over in her hands, feeling the slight give of the paper as if it were a living thing breathing beneath the surface. She was the Senior Archivist, a title that sounded grander in the...
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