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The Alberta Protocol
By Nigel A. Campbell The rain in Ottawa didn’t fall so much as it drifted, a cold, gray mist that clung to the Gothic limestone of Parliament Hill like a shroud. Inside the high-walled compound of the British High Commission on Elgin Street, Arthur Pendelton adjusted his spectacles and stared at a secure, air-gapped terminal. The building was quiet, save for the hum of defensive server stacks and the occasional muffled footstep of marine guards patrolling the corridor. Pendel
Nigel A. Campbell
May 2716 min read
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