The Pale Protocol
The memo sat on the desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the server room, smelling of ozone and stale coffee. It was a standard notice from the Department of Information Integrity, detailing the quarterly purge schedule, but the specific line item regarding the "Pale Protocol" caught Margaret’s eye. She was thirty-four years old, a senior archivist with twelve years of service,...
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