The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

March. The snow was gone, but the cold remained. It sat in the marrow. She woke at dawn. The cabin was dark. Her hands trembled. She looked at them. They were hers. Or they were becoming something else. She stood up. Her joints clicked. A sound like dry twigs breaking. She went to the window. The forest was white. Silent. The trees stood like ghosts. They watched her. She felt their eyes. She...

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