The Pale Protocol
The light in the trench was a flat, grey smear that did not distinguish shadow from mud, and Elias Thorne sat with his back against a shattered support beam, the fossil wrapped in oiled cloth in his lap, listening to the rain hit the earth with a steady, rhythmic thud that seemed to match the low, sub-audible hum vibrating through the stone. He wrote the letter to his mentor, Professor...
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