The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, gray rhythm against the high windows of the St. Jude’s Annex, a brutalist slab of concrete and glass that sat on the edge of the city like a stone dropped into a pond. I stood by the window, my hands gripping the sill, feeling the cold seep through the wool of my uniform sleeves. The building was silent, save for the hum of the...

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