The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain did not fall so much as it hammered, a relentless, gray drumming against the tin roof of the outpost. Thomas Bradshaw pressed his shoulder against the doorframe, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. The air inside was thick with the smell of wet wool and stale tobacco, a scent that had become his own signature over the last three weeks. He was a man built for order, for the rigid...

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