The Pale Protocol
Chapter One The town of Pictou woke to the smell of brine and rusted iron, the harbor empty where the fleet used to be. The auctioneer’s voice still echoed off the concrete piers, a hollow thud that had settled into the bones of the community. In the back room of the church, Lester Yancey sat at the desk, the oxygen concentrator humming its steady, mechanical breath beside him. He needed the...
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