The Pale Protocol
The dream always begins with the taste of iron on the tongue, a metallic tang that coats the teeth and settles deep in the throat, followed by the sight of the pale, chalky paste smeared across a linen cloth, thick and opaque as curdled milk, which Major Elias Thorne has been feeding to the men of the Ninth Industrial Detachment for the past three years under the guise of a remedial tonic for...
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