The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The mirror in the hall had cracked before the rain started, a jagged white line splitting the reflection of the house into two trembling halves. Thomas sat on the cold floorboards, his knees drawn up to his chest, watching the fracture. He was twelve, or perhaps thirteen; time had become a slippery thing in the Whitmore house, pooling in the corners of the rooms like stale water. The house was...

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