The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The frost did not come gently. It arrived in a single, shattering night, turning the breath of the garrison into white shards that hung in the air like suspended glass. I sat by the hearth in the stone watchtower, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. The wood had burned down to embers, a dull, pulsing red in the center of the ash. Outside, the wind howled through...

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