The Pale Protocol
October 14, 1893 The fog here in Ashwood does not lift; it settles. It presses against the glass of my office like a living thing, grey and thick, erasing the boundary between the asylum’s stone walls and the industrial sprawl beyond. I am writing this to you, Dr. Halloway, because I believe we have finally cracked the code of the mind. The Board has asked for a report on my methods, but a...
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