The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain fell on the glass with the patience of a judge. It did not strike. It pressed. It held. It stayed. Elias stood before the window. He watched the drops merge. They ran down. They left no trace. The office was cold. The air smelled of dust. It smelled of decay. It smelled of old paper. The floorboards groaned under his weight. He moved slowly. His joints ached. The pain was a constant...

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