The Pale Protocol
March 12, 194X The sap tastes of rust and old pennies. I write this to General Halloway to demand the revocation of the Pale Protocol. It is a cruelty, not a medicine. Every night, I swallow the grey vial, and every morning, a piece of my brother’s face dissolves. I can no longer recall the color of his eyes, only the shape of his jaw, which is also fading. You call this containment. I call it...
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