The Pale Protocol
Elias, get out of the way before you drop another box. The voice came from the dark hallway, sharp and thin, cutting through the low, persistent drone that had been building in the pipes since midnight. Elias Thorne did not move. He stood in the center of the archive’s main reading room, his back to the shelves, holding a scanner gun in one hand and a stack of water usage logs in the other. The...
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