The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The kettle clicked off. I counted the seconds. One, two, three. The silence that followed was heavier than the steam. I poured the water into the cup, a thin ribbon of heat rising into the cold air of the hut. It turned black. Not dark, not muddy, but black, like poured ink, like the void between stars. I stared at it. The water in the well outside had done the same thing yesterday. And the day...

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