The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The house was breathing. I could feel it in the soles of my feet, a rhythmic, wet expansion and contraction of the floorboards, like the chest of a sleeping giant. It was not a dream, exactly. Dreams do not have the weight of damp plaster in your lungs, nor the metallic taste of ozone that hung thick in the air. This was a place that existed between the seconds, a suspended moment of...

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