The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in brown paper that smelled of damp earth and old ink. You held it in your hands, the paper trembling not from the cold but from a fear you had carried for so long it had become your skeleton. It was from your brother, Julian. He was gone. Not dead, you told yourself, but gone. The words on the page were sparse, clinical. He had left the city. He had...

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