The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

Who knows the cost of a silence? The mud at the threshing floor sucked at Jesus Salazar’s boots with a wet, mechanical hunger, pulling him forward into the enemy line with a force that felt less like battle and more like a slow drowning. He was thirty-four, a border captain on a war levy from a poor village, and the heat of the day was already baking the sweat into his hair, turning the air...

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