The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The ledger showed forty-two pounds, six shillings, and three pence owed to the surgeon for the fracture of my sister’s hip, a sum that sat in my mind with the weight of wet wool, cold and heavy and impossible to shake out. I stood in the regimental mess, the air thick with the smell of tallow and unwashed men, counting the spoons before the officers arrived, my fingers slick with the grease...

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