The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The uniform hung on the hook. It was a void in the wall. The fabric was a charcoal grey, heavy wool, tailored to a precise, military cut. The buttons were brass. They had tarnished with age, a dull, brownish haze settling into the grooves. The insignia on the left breast was missing. Only a faint, circular stain remained where the metal had once bitten into the wool. It was a ghost of a shape....

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