The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

Chapter One The light in the shelter was gray and flat, the kind that makes work feel like punishment. I am Sylvio LaCour. I write to you, Dr. Aris, because I am the delivery rider for the south side, and the algorithm has stopped sending me routes. It is week two of the hurricane season. The wind does not blow; it pushes. It hits the corrugated roof of the shelter with a dull, rhythmic thud...

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