The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The brass button was cold against Elias Thorne’s thumb, a small, hard disc of authority that felt less like metal and more like a frozen tear. He turned it over, watching the light catch the engraved lion, before sliding the discarded uniform into his pack. It was a strange thing, finding one’s own clothes on a stranger, but the mist in the trench made all things strange, blurring the edges of...

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