The Pale Protocol
The ink had not yet dried on the final line of the entry, a small, deliberate scratch in the corner of the page that served as a marker for the end of the shift, when the air in the small, windowless office at the edge of the Great Hall changed texture. It did not become cold, exactly, nor did it grow warm; it simply ceased to be air and became something heavier, something that pressed against...
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