The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The fog did not lift. It deepened. I write this from the edge of the grey. The wind here has a voice. It sounds like my father’s cough, low and wet in the throat. I am a captain of the Royal Air Force. Or I was. The rank means nothing now. The uniform hangs in the corner, stiff with salt and silence. My name is Arthur. I have been here for three days. Or perhaps a year. Time is a broken clock...

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