The Pale Protocol
The ink is still wet on this page, a dark and spreading stain that mirrors the bruise forming along my left temple, a physical testament to the fact that I have failed again, that I have allowed the boundary to bleed into the flesh, and I am writing this because I am terrified that by morning I will not remember my own name, only the shape of the silence that waits for me in the cellar. You...
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