The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter sat on the mahogany desk, unopened, its cream envelope pristine against the dark grain of the wood. It was the only clean thing in the room. The rest was dust and the smell of stale coffee and the metallic tang of old sweat. You sat in the high-backed chair, your spine straight as a rifle stock, your hands resting on your knees. They were shaking. You had been shaking for three days....

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