The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The brass key in my hand was cold, heavier than it had any right to be. I held it up to the light of the kitchen window, watching the fog outside swirl against the glass, and I felt the weight of forty-two years pressing down on my shoulders. I was a border inspector, a man of routine and regulation, and I wanted nothing more than to retire this month, to secure the pension that would allow me...

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