The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

October 12, 1911 The smoke from the bonfire still hung low over the trench line, thick and acrid, masking the smell of the wet earth. We drank whiskey until the taste of copper faded from our mouths, and the men laughed with a rough, broken energy that felt more like pain than joy. I was promoted to Captain that morning, a title that sat heavy on my shoulders, heavier than the wool greatcoat I...

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