The Pale Protocol
The rain hits the window with a sound like static. It is a gray, flat sound. You are sitting in the chair by the radiator. The metal is cold against your legs. You hold the file in your hands. The paper is soft from damp. You have read it three times. You do not understand why you are afraid. You are in the basement of the archive. It is a small room. The walls are concrete. The air smells of...
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