The Pale Protocol
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the envelope sealed with the heavy, black wax of the Institute, and Dr. Elias Thorne knew before he even broke the seal that his career, his marriage, and his very sense of self were about to be dismantled by the very institution he had spent thirty years trying to understand. He stood in the center of the archive room, a space that smelled of decaying paper and...
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