The Pale Protocol
14 October 2024 "Did you hear that?" The sound was a wet, rhythmic thumping, like a boot heel striking a frozen puddle, but it came from inside the concrete walls of Sector 4, where the temperature sits at a constant negative ten degrees. I checked my watch. It was 0300, the dead hour of the shift, and the only other living soul in this subterranean box was me. My heart gave a sudden, violent...
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