The Pale Protocol
I am writing this down because the ink is wet and my hands are shaking, and if I do not fix these words on paper, I fear the fog will take them too. I am Mildred Hutchins, thirty-two years old, and I am sitting in the damp chill of my berth on the Aethelgard, a generation ship that has been drifting through the void for three generations. I want my brother Thomas back. He is held in the...
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