The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

You dream of the frost. It is not a white frost. It is a gray skin. It covers the lake. It covers your hands. You wake. The air in the cottage is thick. It tastes of damp wool and old ash. You are forty. Your face is not the face you remember. The mirror lies. Or perhaps you have forgotten who you were. You remember the name. Elara. You remember the weight of the years. They sit on your...

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