The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The dream was always the same. A wall of pale stone, smooth as a river stone, rising from the fog. It did not end. It stretched left and right into the gray nothing. Elara touched it. It was cold. It was hard. It was there. She woke with the taste of chalk in her mouth. The village of Oakhaven sat in a bowl of hills. It was a place of old things. The thatch on the roofs was black with age. The...

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