The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The string of pearls was already fraying when I packed my bag, the silk thread worn thin by twenty years of my mother’s breath and my own sweat. I threaded the final bead, the one with the slight cloudiness at its core, through the needle, and tied a knot that I knew would hold for another day, perhaps two. Outside the window, the rain slicked the cobblestones of Oakhaven, turning the street...

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