The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

You left him. That is the first thing. The train was slow. The smoke was thick. It tasted like iron. You watched the station slip away. You held a ticket. It was torn. The edges frayed. You thought of his hands. They were rough. They were warm. They had built the house. They had fixed the roof. They had held you. Now they were gone. You were alone. The air in the carriage was stale. It smelled...

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