The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The frost has taken the glass. It creeps in like a slow, white death. My hand trembles as I press it against the pane. The cold bites. It is the only thing that feels real. Outside, the snow falls in thick, silent sheets. It covers the moor. It covers the graves. It covers everything we have built and everything we have lost. I am old. The years have eaten my strength. My armor rusts in the...

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