The Pale Protocol
The letter was found in the lining of my coat three days after the incident, though I had no memory of writing it, or rather, I had no memory of the hand that had moved to form the words, a hand that belonged to me yet felt as distant and alien as a limb severed by a clean, cold blade. It was addressed to the Board of Directors of the Meridian Institute for Human Enhancement, a place that...
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