The Pale Protocol
The letter lay on the metal table, the paper thin and brittle at the edges, smelling of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang that had become the outpost’s defining scent. Elias Thorne smoothed it down with a thumb that was cracked and bleeding from the cold, reading the same three lines for the fourth time. *Transfer denied. Essential stability required at Sector 4. Report to Major Vane...
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