The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The third hour of the morning light is thinning, stretching across the stone floor of the scriptorium like a blade of ice. I have weighed the final vial of silver nitrate against the counterweight of my own pulse, and the balance is exact. Forty-two years of breathing, of the slow, grinding erosion of bone and sinew, have led me to this precise moment of chemical equilibrium. Julian stands in...

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