The Pale Protocol
October 14, 2024 The ink smudged when I pressed the pen too hard, a dark bruise spreading across the page as the new recruit, Julian Vane, stood in the doorway of my office with rain dripping from the brim of his hat. He was young, twenty-three at most, with the kind of hollowed-out eyes that usually preceded a breakdown or a court-martial, though he claimed to be here for the transfer papers....
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