The Pale Protocol
The vial sat on the steel bench, catching the grey light of the November afternoon like a drop of liquid mercury. I had finally stabilized the crystalline structure. After four months of failed titrations, the Pale Protocol was complete, a synthetic compound that should have cured the wasting plague that was eating the industrial towns alive. I held it up to the light, watching the solution...
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