The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The intake form lay on the desk, a sheet of heavy, cream-colored bond paper that smelled of dust and old glue. I signed it, my pen scratching against the fibers, the ink bleeding slightly into the grain. My hands, stained permanently with the acidic black of archival inks, trembled as I held the pen, a fine vibration that made the letters waver. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I...

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