The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

March 14th. The rain has stopped. The silence is loud. I am sitting in the van. The engine is off. The wipers are still. Outside, the highway stretches like a grey ribbon into the fog. It is endless. It is empty. I look at the passenger seat. It is empty. I do not look at my hands. They are shaking. I put them in my lap. I keep them there. I breathe in. I breathe out. I have been driving for...

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