The Pale Protocol
Chapter One Setsuko Hayashi stood in the archive, her hand shaking not from fear but from the cold that seeped through the floorboards, and she told Mr. Kato that the records were wrong. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had settled into her lungs over twelve years of service. Kato looked at her with the dull patience of a man who had long since stopped caring about the...
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