The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ink was drying on the page. It was a dark, wet stain. A bruise on the paper. Margaret watched it spread. She held her breath. The house held its breath. Outside, the wind screamed against the shutters. A low, mournful sound. Like a dog dying in the fields. Margaret looked at her hands. They were trembling. She had written the name. She had written it three times. *Thomas.* *Thomas.*...

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