The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

14 October. The wind was picking up against the shutters, a low, persistent groan that seemed to come from the earth itself, but it was the silence inside the kitchen that was louder. My father sat at the table, his hands wrapped around a mug of cold tea, staring at the linoleum as if it contained the answer to a question he had stopped asking years ago. "Elias," he said, his voice rough, like...

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