The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain in London did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of Whitehall into mirrors for the wet, weeping sky. Captain Elias Thorne drove his black sedan through the downpour, the wipers beating a frantic, rhythmic code against the glass. He was a man carved from granite and routine, his uniform pressed sharp enough to cut, his eyes fixed on the...

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