The Pale Protocol
The wine is red. It stains the crystal. You watch it spread. It looks like blood. Or maybe rust. It does not matter. The room is warm. The air is thick. You are standing in the corner. You are a soldier. You are a guard. You are watching the hands of the men. They are rich. They are powerful. They are drinking. They are laughing. You know what they are doing. You have seen the files. You read...
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