The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

Lois Stroud was already up when the humidity hit the hinges, swelling the oak door of the barracks until it stuck in its frame with a wet, groaning protest. She wedged her shoulder against the wood, feeling the grain yield under the pressure, and stepped out into the grey morning of the outback station where the air hung heavy enough to choke a man. The stage stop was quiet, the mud season...

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