The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the windows of the Bureau into blurred smears of slate and steel, and within this monolithic silence, Elias Thorne sat at his desk, his hands resting on the polished mahogany as if they belonged to a statue rather than a man, watching the water drip from the eaves with the detached precision of a surgeon monitoring...

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