The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

March 14, 1904. The ink is freezing. My hands shake so badly I can barely hold the pen, and the cold here in the Northern Garrison is a living thing that gnaws at the bone. I am writing to you, Colonel, because I have no other recourse. The debt collectors are at the door again. They do not care that I have served twelve years. They do not care that my daughter, Clara, is coughing blood into...

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