The Pale Protocol
October 12, 2023 The fog in the dream was not white but a dense, sterile gray, the color of unmarked manila folders, and I woke gasping, my sheets soaked in cold sweat, the taste of copper thick on my tongue. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a senior analyst who has spent two decades pulling threads from the tapestry of the state, yet I cannot remember the last time I slept without...
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