The Pale Protocol
October 14 Julian, the concrete is setting with a precision that borders on the sacred, a perfect, unbroken line of pale gray that stretches across the valley floor like a horizon made solid. I am writing this from the temporary site office, the wind rattling the plastic sheeting outside, but inside the air is still and smells of wet dust and curing cement, the scent of my life’s work. I need...
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