The Pale Protocol
The ink on the page has begun to bleed, not from water, but from the sheer density of the silence that surrounds me, a silence so thick it feels less like an absence of sound and more like a physical substance pressing against the inside of my skull. I am writing this by the light of a lamp that has burned so long its wick is a charred, skeletal thing, casting shadows that do not quite match...
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