The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

November. The snow is not falling; it is accumulating. A slow, silent burial of the world. I sit in the back of the armored vehicle, my hands folded in my lap. They are still. They have been still for six hours. The engine hums a low, constant note, a vibration that travels up through the metal floor and into the bones of my legs. We are moving north. Through the pine forests of Maine. The...

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