The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

March 12, 1994 Mara, The air here tastes of copper. It sits on the tongue like old blood, a metallic tang that no amount of brushing teeth can scrub away. I am writing to you from the outpost, a place the maps call Sector 4 but the locals whisper about as the Pale Zone. I want to finish my service, secure the pension, and come home to the farm where the soil is dark and honest. But Colonel...

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