The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain hits the windowpane like static. You watch it streak down the glass. It blurs the street outside. The city is a smear of gray and sodium light. You are alone in the room. The room is small. The air is stale. It smells of old paper and damp wool. You sit in the chair. Your hands are still. They have not moved in hours. You are writing. The pen scratches against the page. The sound is...

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