The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

Salvador Loera remembered the cold of the recycling level more than the heat of the sun. He remembered the way the air tasted of recycled copper and stale algae, a flavor that stuck to the back of the throat like a lie. He was thirty-two, a midwife born in the third generation of the undersea habitat, and he held a vial of clear liquid in his hand. It did not glow. It never had. But in the dim...

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