The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

14 October 1912. The cough is worse today. It rattles in my chest like loose change in a tin can, a dry, metallic sound that stops the other clerks from typing. I am thirty-two, and I feel sixty. Elara is in the next room, coughing too, but her cough is a wet, tearing sound, a piece of her lung coming loose. She is twenty-four. She should be alive. She should be dancing, or marrying, or simply...

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