The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The mud sucked at his boots. It was thick and cold. It smelled of iron and rot. Elias dragged his leg through the sludge. The weight of it was a physical thing. A ghost hand pulling him down. He stopped. He breathed. The air tasted of ash. Around him, the trees were wrong. They were black. They had no leaves. They stood like burnt bones against a gray sky. The sky did not move. It was a sheet...

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