The Pale Protocol
The letterhead is that of the Municipal Archives, a cream-colored stock that feels heavy and dead in my hands, the ink fading as if the words themselves are evaporating into the dry air of my study. I am fifty-two years old, and I have made a decision that defies both reason and the quiet, creeping decay that has settled into my joints like winter frost. I intend to restore the fractured facade...
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