The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

Enzo Ferraro scraped the last of the rice from the bowl, the grain slick and cold against his thumb, and stood up before his legs could remember how to hold him. He was thirty-four, a city guard in a town that smelled of rotting paddy and wet stone, and he had one shift left before the pension arrived. The gatehouse was silent except for the hum of the freezer in the corner, a low, electric...

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