The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The rain had been falling since dawn, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of King’s Row into a slick, treacherous mirror, and I stood at the window of the basement archive, watching the water drip in distinct, rhythmic lines down the glass, each drop a small, cold hammer against the pane. I am thirty-two years old, and I have worked in this municipal records office for six...

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