The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The logbook was open, its spine cracked from years of use, and the smell of dust and stale coffee hung heavy in the air before the sight of the empty office registered. Elena Vance sat at her desk, the pen hovering above the paper, her hand trembling slightly from the cold that seemed to seep through the floorboards of the Municipal Archives. It was October, 1994, and her mother, Margaret, had...

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