The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

Thorne. I hear my name called from the top of the stairs, a voice thin and reedy, cutting through the dust-choked air of the Ministry atrium. It is not a shout, but it carries the weight of a gavel strike. I do not turn. I am standing by the radiator, feeling the heat bleed into my left palm. The skin there is changing. It has been changing for weeks, a faint, pale gray stain spreading from the...

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