The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The vial sits in my palm, cold as river stone, its glass etched with a label that has faded to a ghostly white. I am forty-two years old, and my hands are shaking so violently that the liquid inside sloshes against the rim, threatening to spill into the sterile white plastic of St. Jude’s Intensive Care Unit. The air here is thick, not with the usual antiseptic bite of bleach and alcohol, but...

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