The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The blood was warm on the wool. It soaked through the sleeve of the greatcoat. Elias did not flinch. He held the rifle steady. The muzzle flash was a white star, brief and brutal. The man fell. He did not get up. Elias walked to the window. The glass was cold against his palm. Outside, the snow fell in thick, silent sheets. It covered the yard. It covered the broken fence. It covered the body...

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