The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The dream began, as it always did, with the frost. It was not the delicate, crystalline lace of a winter morning, but a heavy, grey sludge that settled into the pores of the skin, turning the breath into a visible, shivering ghost. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the atrium of the Department of Civic Integrity, her feet bare on the cold marble, though she wore no shoes. The air tasted...

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