The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The frost bit deep. Mara held the rifle. Her hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. From the weight of the barrel. The forest was a cage. White. Silent. She hunted the pale thing. It was not an animal. Not exactly. It was a presence. A sickness in the air. It wore the shape of a man, but the edges blurred. Like smoke caught in a mirror. Her father had told her. He was gone now. The disease had...

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