The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The wall breached at dawn. Not with a bang, but with a slow, grinding sigh of stone giving way. I pressed my back against the cold masonry of the watchtower, my rifle loose in my hands, the stock slick with sweat. Below, in the courtyard of the isolated outpost, the fog had turned a bruised purple. I did not look down. I knew what was there. I knew it in the marrow of my bones, a certainty that...

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