The Pale Protocol
Chapter One There is a particular weight to a lie that has been carried for too long, a heaviness that settles in the shoulders before it ever reaches the mind. I am Kostas Nikolaidis, and I am writing this from the basement of the police station in Thessaloniki, where the rain has been hitting the ground sideways for a week, turning the streets into rivers of mud that swallow the boots of the...
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