The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The snow did not fall; it was driven, a horizontal lash of white that turned the pass into a white void. Sergeant Elias Thorne checked his watch. The glass was cracked, a spiderweb of fractures radiating from the center, but the hands still moved with a steady, indifferent tick. He was not supposed to be here. He was not supposed to be alone. The radio had been dead for three days, a silent...

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